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CLIPPINGS FOR THE CURIOUS. Half cents were issued from the United States mints for half a cen tury. Manhattan Island, on which the great city of New York is built, was once sold for $22. The first wedding in America was that of Edward Wilson and Susannah White at Plymouth, in 1621. It was not until 1828 that Turkey and Persia agreed to exchange priso ners according to the custom of Chris tian nations. It is said that in the works of Shake speare there are more than 550 quota tions, allusions, references and senti ments derived from the Scriptures. Sandwiches are a great staple in Lon don. Forty thousand women are dai ly engaged in vending them, not to mention the thousands who assist in their preparation. Yellow hair was in years gone by regarded with iil favor, and esteemed a deformity. In ancient pictures and tapestris both Cain and Judas are rep resented with yellow beard. There are evidences that copper mines were worked in this country by the mound builders. The first copper mines worked in the United States were chiefly in New Jersey and Con necticut. The operation of the mechanical ap pliances in a watch factory have be come so rapid and systematic that it is possible to take the raw materials from stock in the morning and have a watch running from them by noon. To quiet a baby roaring with colic, lay it on its back and pat it from its neck downward over its little abdo men, taking care not to pat upward. This usually not only brings relief to the infant, but to the family and the neighborhood. The Abyssinian alphabet consists of 208 characters, each of which is written distinctly and separately. The labor required to write an Abyssinian book is, therefore, immense, and some times years are consumed in the pre paration of a single volume. The Clown's Days Ended. “It is a sad fact,” mournfully said a veteran circus manager, “but it is be yound dispute that the days of the joke-cracking and song-singing clown are over. He expired when the doub le ring circus came into vogue. In his place the horse-play of pantomimic Grimaldi arose.” “How diil the double ring kill the Witty down?” asked a reporter for the Mail and Express. “The vast audience could not hear him. The miles of canvass the am phitheatre, tilled with 10,000 people, made the great lung power necessary to bo heard an utter impossibility. The large railroad travelling circuses have nothing but pantomimic clowns. In the small shows, where actors are I few ard something must be done to I fill in the time for the acrobats or ; whatever they may be to rest, before they appear in some other daring feats under other dazzling names, the song- Singtng, punning clown is used. Hut he is fast going out for other reasons. The newspapers and almancs contain ■ nearly all the jokes and puns, and to ‘ repeat them in the ring over and over : again becomes monotonous and tires ! even those who do not read. Then to i supplant this, horse-play was inven- | ted.” “What do you mean by horse-play ?” I “Broad humor. For instance, the i down sticks a needle in a chair, and | the ringmaster innocently sets down I on it. That kind of fun tickles the I audience; they see it, and understand . the point made, but it is not so with a pun or joke. I was a clown before I became proprietor, and 1 know all the inside tricks of the profesh. When I travelled in small towns of 8,000 and lOJkK) inhabitants 1 always managed to pump some garrulous man in the town before the performance, so as to get off a local gag. This always pleased the audience, and occasion illy caused a row if the ‘gag’ was at the ’ expense of some fellow in the audience, , Then I would sing a song, and hear all ! the little boys in the streets singing it I afterward; there was some glory in that. But now the clown must be a first-class tumbler and a good panto mimist to succeed. He sinks his in- I dividuality with some ten or fifteen others, who come out i caparisoned in caps and bells. The lines are drawn and the old order giveth away to the new. Grimaldia’s mask has more fun in it th, n Dan. Rice’s double entendre : jokes. Sic transit gloria mundi.”— l A'rw York Mail and Express. The Tramp's Little Joke. “What are you looking for?” asked Farmer Furrow of a tramp who was prowling around the kitchen early one morning. “Oh, I was only looking for work.” “Ah, yes. I see; trying to get up an appetite for breakfast, eh?” "Well, not exactly.” “What, then?” "I was trying to get a breakfast for my appetite.”— New York Journal. An agriculturist at Oakland, Cal., is making an effort to introduce the cul tivation of tea in that State. lie has over 2000 tea plants in a very thriving condition, and when they arrive at the age of four years he will obtain Japan ese labor and pick and cure. He has also a number of camphor trees that are growing well Wye VOL. XII. Two Tableaux. MOTHKB AND CHIU). I. Two littla dimpled, rose-bud feet. As the apple blossoms sweet, Nestled in one loving hand Where bright sea waves kissed the sand, Long ago! Two little hands like rose leaves lay, Two little hands all pink and white, On a warm breast as fair as they; Like the tinted sea-shell bright, Long ago! Two merry, glad, wide-open eyes Looked up with wondering sweet, surprise Into two mirrors, faithful, true, through Which mother eyes looked fondly through, Long ago! Two pretty, pouting, pink-pearl lips, Peach-tinged, like toes and linger tips; Two Ups of richer, riper red On love's warm kisses sweetly ted, Long ago! A precious, helpless lump of elay In which a pure, bright spirit lay, Waiting the mother's watchful eye To train it for the “by and by,” Long ago! * • • • • CHILD AND MOTHER 11. Two wrinkled hands like dead leaves lay, Soft folded o’er a breast of clay; I'wo wrinkled, bony, bare, brown hands, Where sea waves kiss the crystal sands, Now as iheni Two tired, tired feet, all thin and worn— On life’s rough rocks oft bruised and torn; Two weary feet too weak to go Ou life’s pathway to and fro, Now as then! Two tearless eyes close veiled from light, ’Neath soft fringed lids ol pearly white; Two love-lit eyes, deep, tender, true, No more the mother-soul looks through, Now as then! A precious, lifeless lump of clay From which the soul hath passed away. A loving woman, tender, sweet. Kisses the face, the hands, the feet, Now as then! Detroit Free Prctn. THE ADMIRAL’S HORSE. As every one knows, Admiral Van Ruyter’s fame was world-wide ami well-deserved, a fai t which naturally caused much envy and jealousy. The generals in the army were particularly unpleasant toward Ruyter, and tried in every way to vent their spleen against him. At last they devised a trick by which they thought to make Ruyter ridiculous in tho eyes of others. Once when his vessel was lying at anchor, and Ruyter had gone to Am sterdam, where he was the admiration of young and old, one of the generals Invited him to dinner in company with all the principal officers and no bility of the place. After dinner, the host proposed that they should go to his summer resi dence, some three or four miles out of the city, to drink coffee and smoke, and accordingly horses were ordere I to carry the guests thither. The general knew perfectly well that Ruyter had never been on a horseback in his life, and did not know how to manage a horse, so he thought it would be a splendid opportunity t.o take his revenge on the poor admiral by alloting him the most high-spirited and unmanageable horse that could be found. Although Ruyter did not care about mounting the animal, yet he made no remark, as he saw that no carriage was to be had. The company of horsemen went quietly through the town, and for a time all went well in spite of the sailor’s uneasiness, which was visible to everyone and caused much amusement. Soon, however, the animal next to that of the admiral, on which the general was m Hinted, began to trot, and finally went off into a gallop, the poor, un fortunate Ruyter's beast followed suit. His hat fell off, but he held on by both hands to the saddle, and grasped the horse with his knees as tightly as he could. But it was all in vain, and presently he was thrown to the ground, where he lay smothered in th : dust. Had his companions not respectel the feelings of the fallen man, they would doubtless have burst into peals of laughter. Happily, Ruyter was uninjured by his fall, and able to pro ceed to the house on foot. However, although his share eyes soon preceive 1 by the expression on the faces of the company that his misadvantage had been preconcerted with a view to mak ing him appear ridiculous, he wisely refrained from giving vent to his con jectures; so before the company sepa rated, when he had driven back to the •ity in a hired vehicle, he invited them all to a feast on board bis vessel When the guests arrived on tho ap pointed day they found ihe fleck con verted into a garden, tastefully deco ated with plants and ferns, and a can opy covered tie whole. Down the centre of the deck was a table, already laid. The yards and,every corner of the vessel were manned by the sailors dressed in their Sunday best, who gretted every fresh guest with a thun- SUMMERVILLE. GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY EVENING. AUGUST 12,1885. dering hurrahl In order to make tho entertainmet In no way inferior to that given by the general, Ruyter had provided musicians, who played dur ing the feast The meal being ended tho n 1 ’’■al rose from his seat, filled his glass, and requested every one to do tho same. On their all rising he cried out— “ Drink to the health of the States Gen eral; to the welfare of our Fatherland, and of its army and navy.” At that moment, as if with one stroke, a hundred and twenty cannons were discharged under the feet of the assembled guest, The ship tottered and trembled in every beam, and whilst the naval officers stood as firm as rocks, all the the military officers were precipitated to the deck. Ridiculous as the spectacle was, no one laughed, though tho inclination to do so must have been very strong. When the pale and punished guests were assisted to their feet, the admiral stepped up to the general, and smiling said in a tone loud enough for every one to hear, “Dat is myn paard?” which we may translate, “that is my horse.”— Berlin Zeitung Tho Preacher was Surprised. An English lady had occasion, some time since, to travel without escort from Suffolk to London, and she was forced to take a train on which there were no carriages reserved for the la dies. “There is a compartment occupied only by the Rev. Mr. Spurgeon,” the guard said in answer to her expression of disappointment,” “perhaps you do not object to riding with him.” The lady acquiesced, and according ly was so placed. An inquiry on the part of the rev erend gentleman in relation to tho window opened the conversation, and presently the two travelers were dis ■ coursing amicably upon general top ' les. At length they reached Mr. Spur : geon’s native village, where the train paused a few minutes. “I presume, madam,” the gentleman observed with genuine enthusiasm, “that you have heard of Spurgeon, the great preacher. This village has the I honor of being his birthplace.” He went on from this text, drawn out somewhat, it is true, by the lady, and praised himself most unsparingly, declaring Spurgeon to be the greatest divine in all England. When London was reached, he politely assisted the lady into a cab, and was bidding her good-bye, when she said: “I thank you very much for your kindness, Mr. Spurgeon.” “Surprise, chagrin and anger all painted themselves upon the face of I he other, but he apparently struggled ; to maintain his countenance and his temper. Striking himself melodra i manually upon the chest, ho exclaim ed: “Down, temper! Down temper, down!” And turning upon his heel he left her abruptly.— New York Tribune. Mr. Beecher on a Higher Life. “Men of an ordinary morality are i Irrigated by mechanical appliances, as it were,’’said Mr. Beecher at Plymouth Church, “while Christian men are I refreshed by the rain dropping from heaven. They live in an atmosphere and with an inspiration of feeling that does not belong to those that are not Christians. “The full Christian lives in a higher i realm than any other men. He lives i where the best part of his life is un- i ■seen. It is the realm of imagination, of affection, of divine inspiration, a realm where the inshining of God’s I nature raises a thousand beautiful im ages which cannot be told of. “Men say in regard to these higher , fanciful experiences, as they call them, I that they are dreams. lam sorry for ; the man to whom they have never come. “Men are so bound up in the practi- , cality of the lower life that they don’t be.ieve in a higher life. It is poetic, | ' they say, as if poetry itself were not the higher form of truth, or might be. “Every deep soul has within it self a threshold over which no foot may I tread, and the most sacred feelings are those that are never exhibited, not < ven to the choicest and dearest. Are ' there no such cavernous crystalline haunts within you?” “Such a Nice Name.” Upon one occasion when Artemus Ward was in London, a children’s par- I ty was arranged by the great humor- | ist, and to which one of the sons of j John Bright was invited. The boy returned home aglow with delight. j “Well,” said the English statesman to i , his son, “did you enjoy yourself, my ‘ boy?” “Oh, indeed, I did,” exclaimed : ( the little Bright, “and Mr. Ward gave me such a nice name for you. papa.” , “What was that?” inquired the father. “Why, he asked me how that gay and festive cuss, the governor, was,” replied ■ the child.— Brooklyn Magazine.. i TOWED BY A SEA MONSTER A Shark Twelve F'eet High and Seventy Feet Long. The Thrilling Adventure of Some fisher men in a Frail Ounce. “We were fishing near the Seychelle Island. All at once there appeared, about five hundred yards from the boat, a shark. I should guess it was at least sixty foot. It didn't seem to notice us, but kept right along, and finally the canoe ran right alongside, and hauling off the man let him have it right behind the side fins, and at tho same minute the men dug their paddles into the water and away tho canoe went, and I tell you, my boy, it was just in time to save our bacon, as the moment the iron struck, the fish seemed to rise like aWg island right into the air. I never saw such a sight, and when it came down you’d have thought the bottom had fallen out of the ocean from the whirlpool it made, and a wave struck us that would have knocked an American boat all to pieces, but as it was we seemed for a moment to shoot into the air, fell back with a crash, and then came the yell of the man for the rest to look out for line; but in tho confusion it took a turn about a paddle and jerked it and the man overboard quicker than I can think of it, and talk about hissing rope. I’ve been foul of some lively old whales in my time, but it wasn’tnothing to this. The line fairly played tunes and hissed and smoked like a steam engine, we a-pulling’ after it as fast as we could, and it was a good thing we did, as in a few seconds the fish had taken all the slack, and there came a jerk that sent every man to the bot tom of the boat and I nearly overboard, and I thought the planks had been torn clean out of her. “At first her bow went under, and when the man climbed aft she was half full of water and going along at a rate that almost tore the buttons off your coat from the friction. It was a lucky thing for us that there was no sea on, or we should have filled In no time but as it was, we got her head up in the air, and off we went, asking no fa vors of anyone. We headed right out to sea, a matter of four miles, and then it changed again and struck in shore, and when about a mile off the beach we took in the slack, so we got a lance into him, and I let him have four or live bullets about the head, and, to make a long story short, after a Hurry that beat anything 1 ever saw, tho shark gave up and rolled over, and we got lines on, and after an hour’s hard pulling got it aground, and at ebb tide it was high and dry. “Talk about fish—it looked more like a big whale than anything 1 ever saw. It was about twelve foot high and about seventy foot long. The mouth wasn’t on the under side, and ■ it had teeth hardly larger than a cod- i fish, and in its throat a curious whale bone like arrangement. I believe they call ’em ‘gill-rakers,’ but they wore used just about as a whale uses its bone—small food is taken into the mouth and kind of strained through the ‘rakers’ anil so into the throat. The natives cut it up and got about ten barrels of oil, so that the fish paid about S2OO.” — Philadelphia Tinies. He Got the Pass. A good story is told of a certain prominent railway director, who is ' equally renowned for his ability to take or make a joke. A railway em ploye whose home is in the country applied to hirn for a pass to visit his family. “ You are in the employ of the com pany?” inquired the gentleman allud ed to. “ Yes.” “ You receive your pay regularly ? ” “ Yes.” “ Well, now, suppose you were work ing for a farmer instead of the com pany, would you expect your employer to take out his horses every Saturday night and carry you home?” This seemed a poser, but it wasn’t. “ No,” said the man, promptly; “ 1 would not expect that; but if the , 1 inner had his horses out, and was , going my way, I should call hirn a i very mean fellow if he would not let me ride.” < The employe came out three minutes i after with a pass good for twelve i, mouths.— Detroit Free Press. A Good Test. “In my opinion, animals are color blind.” ’ “I don’t believe it.” “I do. I have been trying some ex- | ‘ periments which convinced me that I • j j none of our domes ic animals can dis i tinguish colors.” “Try another, and you’ll change your mind.” “What’s that?” “Robe yourself in a red shawl and walk through a field where a bull is 1 grazing.— Chicago Ledger. Facts Ab«ut Carpets. Wilton carpets were made for many years before Brussels. It is probable, however, that the Wilton of early times was somewhat different in its construction from that of the present. Henry Herbert, ninth Earl of Pem broke, introduced its manufacture in 1745, but the goods had been made some time prior in France. In 1755, English Axministers were made. But it was not until 1749 that a loom was constructed which would produce a Brussels carpet, and just here is an exceedingly interesting anecdote, which has been handed down from father to son as au inviolable truth: During 1730 and 1735, John Broom traveled through Tournay and Brus sels, studying tho stitch which was then known as Brussels stitch. In Brussels, particularly, weavers were at that time making a carpet named after the town—the Brussels carpet. Broom studied with much earnestness the mystery of the manufacture, and finally made the acquaintance, in Tour nay, of a weaver understanding the secret. He and this weaver Imme diately repaired to England, and near Mt. Skipet, Kidderminster, they put up the first Brussels loom, 1749. They operated with absolute secrecy, but in time their modus operandi was expos ed. Broom and his Belgian workman labored night and day, and it being known where their operations were conducted, some enterprising fellow climbed to the window, and night after night, from his perilous perch outside, he studied the operations of the me-1 chanism within, until he was able to I carry away in his mind a model of the Brussels loom. Then a second firm and several others soon came into the field, and in 1753 Kidderminster was doing considerable in the way of Brus sels. Today there is hardly anything else but Brussels made in Kidderminster, and, odd as it may seem, there is hard ly a yard of the original Kidderminster carpet produced there. How J. Wilkes Booth Looked. Ben. Perley Poore says in his remi niscences, published in tho Boston Budget". John Wilkes Booth was, when lie committed his great crime, 27 years of age. He had played stock parts at Washington and other southern and western cities, where he had given un mistakable evidence of genuine dra matic talent. He had, added to his native genius, the advantage of a voice musically full and rich; a face almost classic in outline; features highly in tellectual; a piercing, black eye, capa ble of expressing the fiercest and the tenderest passion and emotion, and a commanding figure and impressive stage address. In his transitions from the quiet and reflective passages of a part to fierce and violent outbreaks of I passion, his sudden and impetuous manner had in it something of that electrical force and power which made the elder Booth so celebrated, and call ed up afresh to tho memory of men of the last generation the presence, voice and manner of his father. Convival in his habits, sprightly and genial in conversation, John Wilkes made many I friends among the young men of bis | own age, and he was a favorite among j the ladies at the National hotel, where I he boarded. His features in repose hail rather a somber and melancholy cast, yet, under , agreeable influences or emotions, the expression was very animated and glowing. His hair, jet black and i glossy, curled slightly and set off in ■ line relief a high, intellectual forehead and a face full of intelligence. Both ■ chin and nose were markedly promi- j nent, and the firm-set lips and lines j about the mouth indicated firmness of will, decision and resolution. He was | scrupulously neat in his dress, and ; selected his habits with a rare percep- ■ tion of what was becoming to his lig- ■ are and complexion. He would pass ! anywhere for a neatly but not over, i dressed man of fashion. Florida Saurian-. Some interesting discoveries have I been made in Florida by Prof. Law rence Johnson, of the United States Geological Survey. Just south of Aluchua county line he found several; specimens and skeletons of animals which relatively belong to a not far distant period. In piles, and somewhat mixed, there were the remains of a mastodon, two or three specimens ot the rhinoceros, a large stag, a camel, fully as large as the Arabian camel, but in structure more allied to the llama; also a tapir, very much like the South American tapir, which lives in swampy places; two teeth of some car- \ nivorous animal allied to the tiger and panther; one set of teeth and bones of a hippopotamus; several crodo tiles or alligators, and innumerable other b ines not identified. Apparently, tha territory south of Aluchua was at some time a large fresh-water lake NO. 30. COMMON SENSE IN EATING. A Matter in Which Everyone is Interested. A Lady Subsisting on the Juices of Fruits —The Real Cause of Old Age, There is at this time so much con flicting advice as to what we ought to 1 eat, those who are disposed to live on hygienic principles are pretty nearly put to their wits ends to know just what course to pursue. Some one finds himself benefltted by a particular method of living, and forgetting how much idiosyncrasy there is in these matters he will at once advise every body to follow his example. One would have us abandon all meals, others would live almost exclusively on various preparations of the cereals, still another would have us live wholly on fruits. A late very interesting case has been related, with the name of the lady, place of residence, etc., in the state of Connecticut, who has vir tually eaten nothing for four years During this time she has subsisted wholly on the juices of fruits taken in such scanty quantities as to be almost inappreciable. “Physicians have stud ied the case and have all alike been puzzled and routed in their efforts to master it.” A reporter of tho New Haven News went to see the lady, ex pecting to find her as thin as a shadow and as bloodless as a turnip; but he found her the picture of health. As he expressed it: “.Slightly past middle age, she seemed, indeed, a fine speci men of the rugged old-fashioned New England woman, used to out-door ex ercise and younger in reality than the average woman half a score years her junior. Her eyes sparkled and the flush of her cheek seemed the tint of perfect health.” Previous to adopting the peculiar diet described this lady had been a terrible sufferer from dys pepsia, but it seems that she has re covered her health. Now, it would not be strange if a school of philoso phers should arise who would advise us all to drop a mixed diet and live wholly upon fruits. At least, such ad vice would not be stranger than that given by W. O. Dawson in a scientific English periodical called Knolwedge. Under the head of “The Possible Sus pension of Old Age,” Mr. Dawson says, “That the real change which pro duces old age is, in truth, nothing more or less than the slow but steady accu mulation of calcareous matter through out the system.” The arteries become ossified, the heart’s valves become car tilaginous, and all the living processes become obstructed by the accumula tion of earthy matters. Well, what would Mr. Dawson havens do to avoid this accumulation of calcareous matter in the system ? According to his ad vice we should ascertain what articles of food contain the most of earthy salts and avoid them. He says the cereals have been found to be the richest in earthy salts and that therefore, bread Itself, the so-called staff of life, unless used in great moderation, favors the deposition of these salts in the sys tem. “The more nitrogenous our food,” this authority tells us, “the greater its percentage in calcareous i matter,” He thinks that fruit from I its lack of nitrogen is best adapted for ■ suspending ossilic deposits. Old mut- ■ ton and beef contain a large quantity of earthy matter, and he would have .us consequently use more freely of fish and poultry and of young mutton and veal, forgetting apparently that i the experiments tried on the stomach of St. Martin have led us to believe i that lamb and veal are much more dis- I flcult to digest than old mutton or ■ I beef which are, indeed, preferable in | j that respect to poultry and many kinds I offish. He would have us drink dis tilled water because ordinary water has the earthy salts! He further advi ; ses us to take daily two or three tum blers full of distilled water with ten or fifteen drops of diluted phosphoric acid in each glassful to retard the de velopment of old age.— Health Month ly. Smoking Among the Puritans. The early settlers of the Plymouth I Colony were greatly addicted to smok- i ing, which practice subsequently be- ' ! came so common that the weed' was j smoked in church dming service. This i custom, it seems, soon caused consider- i able annoyance, as the exercises were i greatly disturbed by the clicking of I flintsand steel to light their pipes, and j clouds of smoke iu tlie church. Hence, ■ in 1669, the colony passed this law:—i “It is enacted that any person or per i sons that shall bo found smoking to- j bacco on the Lord’s day, going to or j coming from meetings, within two miles of the meeting house, shall pay I twelve pence for every such fault.” j Under this law were fined Richard ■ Berry, Jedediah Lombard, Benjamin j Lombard, and James Maker for smok ing tobacco at the end of the Y'ar mouth meeting-house on the Lord’s day.— Hotel Register. Childhood’s Faith. llarasged by foolish doublings, borrt Os pride in mental power, I chanced to stray, one Sunday morn, Beside a country bower— A little cottage, creeper-clad— And through the open pane The Gospel story, sweet and glad, Was told to mo again. An aged dame read God’s own Word, Spoke of His wondrous grace; And all intent, two children Faith written on each face. And lo! I saw myself once more Sitting at mother’s knee, Reading the sacred writing’s o’er, Trusting implicitly. Oh, for the childlike fai’h of old, That knew not doubt or fear, That heard tho Bible stories told And held them very dear! God grant such faith to me again— Tlie pure faith of a child— To prison all my pride, and reign With reason reconciled. —G. Weatherly in the Quiver- HUMOROUS. A baker ought to be a dough- mestic man. The want of money is tho root of much evil. A bird on the toast is worth eighteen in the bush. A Court House—The home of mar riageable daughters. The meanest and most disagreeabl o uncle is a carb-uncle. The success of a church choir singer is, after all, largely a matter of chants. The crow is not so bad a bird. It never shows tho white leather, and never complains without caws. Many musical instruments are now made of paper. This is pleasant news Paper is so easily destroyed, you know. “Those birds on the new bonnets are Immense,” said Mrs. Jones. “Yes,” sighed her husband,” "especially the ‘bill’ part.” In Bombay, husbands cut off their wives’ noses for punishment. Th > women in this country are too smart for their husbands. They never talk through their noses. Emory Storrs, who ought to know, remarks that ‘‘the average Chicago man, who possess a ‘coat-of-arms’ to day, probably wore the coat without the arms twenty year’s ago.” Immense crops of mustard aro pro duced iu California, and several mills have lately been established to work up the product. This ought to “draw” a good many settlers to California. “Cabbages are better than gold,” says a man who has tried both. “Yes. but wo believe very few people wear cabbage heads on their watch chains for charms.” No, the usual place for wearing cabbage heads, when they aro worn at all, is directly under the hat. Mrs. Langtry and the Cowboy. Mrs. Langtry had been taught to dread the cowboy as an incarnate fiend to be fled from at all risks. On one oc casion, when her servants had marched off to the groggeries of the neighbor ing settlement, she was quite alone in her car, when there came a timid and tentative knock at the door. She opened it at once, anil there stood one of the dreaded race, a gigantic leather clad cowboy. His look was strange and wild, but his words were meek and mild. Extending his huge paw, and raising his hat with the other, ho said, “I guess, madam, you are Mrs. Langtry. We are right glad to see you in our part of the country. There’s some of us boys who work up in the mountains who don’t see a woman, let alone a pretty one’ above oncest or twice a year.” Mrs. Lang try made a suitable reply, whereat the cowboy grew bolder and said, “Might 1 jest ask you, madam, to wave your handkerchief out of the window? You see that little house down younder. Wai there’s a girl there as I’m dead gone on, and I kinder promised her as I would get you to wave your handkerchief to her. If you would do this it might help me a bit. Like any true woman Mrs. Langtry had no objection to advance the cow boy’s love affairs, and wave her hand kerceief accordingly in the direction indicated. He was profusely grateful, but still not entirely happy. “I guess” he went on, “you are a kind-hearted lady. Now would you jest give me a bit of old ribbon, or a glove you have worn, or a torn handkerchief, to show to the boys around as something that once belonged to you?” There was nothing for it, Mrs Langtry confesses, but to give him a scrap of pink ribbon, and then, after more thanks and ex pressions of the devotion of the entire territory, he stalked off.— London World. The Third Section Got Well. When the great Majendie assumed the professor’s chair of medicine at the College of France, he thus addressed the astonished students: “Gentlemen, medicine is a humbug. Who knows anything about medicine? I tell you frankly, I don’t. Nature does a good deal; doctors do very little—when they don’t do harm.” Majendie went on to tell the following pungent lit tle professional tale out of school: “When 1 was head physician at the Hotel Dieu I divided the patients into three sections. To one I gave the regulation dispensary medicine in the regulation way; to another I gave bread, milk and colored water, and to the third section I gave nothing at all. Well, gentlemen, every one of the third section got well. Nature invar, ibly came to the rescue.”