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CLIPPINGS FOR THE CURIOUS* A cup of strong coffee, without sugar or milk, will do much towards removing the odor of onions from the breath. Better still will be found a few grains of the burned coffee bean. Small-pox was accurately described by Rhazes, an Arabian physician, about 900 A. D. It is supposed to have been introduced into Europe by the Saracens, and it was spread wide ly among the Indians by the early explorers of America. Should an emergency arise the President of the United States is em powered by law to order the militia of any state to any part of the United States deemed by him necessary, of which necessity he is made the abso lute judge. It is the pride of a Maharajah of Travancore to weigh as much as pos Bible. When he attains as great a weight as he thinks he ever will he has himself weighed in public against a mass of pure gold, which gold i> then, with much ceremony, broken up and dispensed in charity. The Maharajah was recently weighed,when he tipped the scales at 185 pounds. After Columbus had discovered the island of Cuba he sailed eastward and discovered Hayti. There on the shoal> his careless sailors lost one of his ships. The native prince, Guacana gari, showed great sympathy and placed a guard to protect the property of the ship. The natives saved every thing from the wreck, treated the crew kindly, and were requited with cruel wrong. A great Paris drapery house is sell ing “bath bags,” by the use of which “refined people” may obtain a sort of velvety, oatmeal soap complexion ablution for the moderate sum of eight cents. These queer articles con sist of a bag containing half a pound of bran, some meal and a little pow dered soap. On wetting and pressing the bag a lather is produced, and at the same time a soft pad for rubbing purposes. It is said that fruits, even after being detached from the tree, give of! both poisonous gases and carbonic acid gas, thereby vitiating the air of a room so as to produce death by poison ing. Such accidents have been caused by ripe apricots, oranges and quinces, which gave off the gas in the night. Sweet-smelling flowers, such as jas mine, tuberose and magnolia, and also odoriferous leaves, give off a similar deadly gas. A Man who saw Washington. It does not seen possible that there should be a man yet living who would ever profess to remember having seen Washington’s face. But there is, and what is still more curious, he professes to have seen it only about 50 years ago. It is W. 11. Burgess, of Alexandria. He says that he was employed in 1836 as laborer to assist in building the tomb at Mount Vernon and removing the bodies of George and Mart ha Wash Ington from the old to the new tomb. “1 was but a lad,” he said, “and I re member this was about my first piece of work. When the vault was com pleted, I assisted in removing the bodies from the old tomb to their pres ent resting-place. It was decided to open Washington’s coffin, and when it had been conveyed to the new tomb, the lid was raised. A number of peo ple were present and stood in breath less silence while the w orkmen extract ed the rusty screws. When the top of the coffin had been lifted, I looked in. The body was apparently perfectly preserved. The features of the face were complete, and there was nothing to indicate the length of the time he had been dead. The exposure of the air, however, had its immediate effect. In a minute or two the body suddenly collapsed and shrunk into almost un recognizable form. Other than this my recollections are very indistinct. I do not remember how the body was dressed or anything further about it. The features, as I remember them, were like the pictures I have seen.” Mr. Burgess now is a white-haired old man, 7U years of age.— Baltimore American. The African slave Trade. Stanley, in his book tells of finding in the vicinity of about 990 miles in land from Leopoldville, Africa, a band of slave traders having in their pos session 2,300 captives. “Both banks of the river,” he says, “showed that 118 villages and forty-three districts had been devastated, out of which were educe! 2,300 females and children and about 2000 tusks of ivory. To obtain these they must have shot 2,500 people, while 1,300 more died by the wayside. How many are wounded and die in the forest or droop to death through an overwhelming sen«e of their calami ties, we do dot know, but the outcome from the territory, with its million of souls, must be 5000 slaves, obtained at the expense of 33.0 00 lire*!” HOUSE- CLEANING. A topsy-turvy tumult and a strange strife stirred. A dusty, damaged dinner, and a wild, wicked word. The chronic carpet cleaning with a strong, stout stick, The pipe that’s so perplexing and the tack’s tragic trick, The subtle soap sequestered where the fleet foot falls. The pasty painted passage and the white washed walls, A boundless bill to balance and a scarred shin to scan, A weak and weary woman and a mad, moody man. —Chicago Tribune, (Bajettc. VOL. XII. SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENING. SEPTEMBER 30. 1885. NO. 37. FARMER STEBBINS ON ROLLERS. Dear Cousin John- Vo got here safe —my worthy wife an’me, i \n* put up at James Sunny hopes’—a pleasant place to be: • \n’ Isabel,his oldest girl, is home from school ( just now, An’ pets me with hsr manners all her young | man will allow; : \n’ his good wife has monstrous sweet an’ | culinary ways; t is a summery place to pass a few cold win ter days. i Besides, I’ve various cast-iron friends in dif ferent parts o’ town, That’s always glad to have me call whenever I come down; ' 'ut yesterday, when ’mongst the same I un dertook to roam, I I could not find a single one that seemed to be to home! \n’ when I asked their whereabouts, the an swer was, “I think. j If you’re a-goin’ down that way, you’ll find ’em at the Rink.” . 1 asked what night the Lyceum folks would hold their next debate ’ I’ve sometimes gone and helped ’em wield the cart's of church an’ state); \ An’if protracted meetin’s now was holdin’ anywhere I like to get my soul fed up with fresh celes tial fare); r when the next church social was; they'd give a knowin’ wink, I \n' say, “I b’lieve there’s nothin’ now trans pirin’ but the Rink.” What is this‘Rink f ” I innocent inquired, that night at tea, ’Oh, you must go,” said Isabel, “this very night with me! \n 1 Mrs. Stebbins, she must go, an’ skate there with us too!” i !y wife replied, “My dear, just inform me when 1 do. . dut you two go.” An’ so we went; and saw a circus there, , With which few sights I’ve ever struck will anyways compare. It seems a good-sized meetin’ house had given up its pews The church an' paster had resigned, from spiritual blues), An’ several acres of the floor was made a skatin’ground. Where folks of every shape an’ size went , skippin’ round an' round; An’ in the midst a big brass band was helpin’ | on the fun, ; An’ everything was gay as sixteen weddin’s : joined in one. • I’ve seen small insects crazy like go circlin' I through the air, j An' wondered if they thought some time they’d mayl>e get somewhere; I’ve seftn a million river bugs go scootin’ round an’ round, i An’wondered what'twas all about, or what they'd lost or found; ■ But men an’ women, boys an’ girls, upon a hard-wood floor. All whirlin' round like folks )K>ssessed, I never saw liefore. An’ then it ail came l»n<*k to me, the things I’d read an’ heard About the rinks, an' how their ways was wicked an’ absurd; I’d learned somewhere that skatin' wasn’t a healthy thing to do; But there was Doctor Saddlebags—his fam’ly with him too, I’d heard that ’twasn’t a projier place for Christian folk to seek; Old Deacon Perseverance Jinks flew past me like a streak. Then Sister Is’bel Sunnyhopes put on a pair o’ skates, An’started off as if she’d run through several different States. My goodnetw! how that gal showed up! I I never <1 id opine That she could twist herself to look so charm in' an’ so fine; And then a fellow that she knew took hold o’ : hands with her, A sort o’ double crossways like, an* helped her as it were. I used to skate; an’ ’twas a sport of which I once was fond, Why, I could write my autograph on Tomp kins’saw-mill pond. Os course to slip on runners, that is one thing, one may say, An' movin’ round on castors is a somewhat different way; But when the fun that fellow had came flash- | in’ to my eye, I says, “I’m young again; by George, I’ll skate once more or die!” A little boy a pair o’ skates to fit my boots soon found— He had to put ’em on for me (I weigh three hundred pound); An’ then I straightened up an* says, “Look here, you younger chafis, You think you’re runnin’ some’at past us i older heads, perhaps. If this young lady here to me will trust awhile her fate, I’ll go around a dozen times an’ show you how to skate.” She was a niceish plump young gal, I’d no ticed quite awhile, An' she reached out her hands with ’most too daughterly a smile; But off we pushed, with might an’ main— when all to once the wheels Departed suddenly above, an’ took along my heels; My head assailed the floor as if 'twas tryin’ to get through, An' all the stars 1 ever saw arrived at once m view. Twas sing’lar las not quite unlike a saw log there I lay) . How many of the other folks was goin’ that same way; They stumbled over me in one large animated heap, An' formed a pile o’ kgs an’ arms not far from ten foot deep; ! But after they had all climbed off, in rather fierce surprise, I lay there like a saw-log still—considerin’ how to rise. Then dignified I rose, with hands upon my ample waist, An' then sat down again with large and very painful haste; An rose again, and started off to find a place to rest. Then on my gentle stomach stood, an' tore my meetin’ vest; When Sister Sunnyhopes slid up, as trim as trim could be, An she an’ her young fellow took compassion ate charge o’ me. Then after I'd got off the skates,an’ flung ’em out o’ reach, I rose, while all grew hushed an’ still, an’ made the followin’ speech: “My friends, I’ve struck a small idea <an’ struck it pretty square), Which physic’lly an’ morally will some atten tion bear: Those who their balance can preserve are safe here any day; An' those who can’t. I rather think, had bet ter keep away.” Then I limped out, with very strong unpre cedented pains, An’ hired a horse at liberal rates to draw home my remains; An' lay abed three days, while wife laughed at an' nursed me*well, An’ used up all the arnica two drug stores had to sell; An’ when Miss Is’bel Sunnyhopes said, i “Won t you skate once more?” I answered, “Not while I remain on this ter restial shore.” Will Carleton, in Harper s Weekly. There are eighty-two glue factories in this country, and with the present de. pression in all kinds of manufacturing it j would not surprise us if one or more nf j hem gets stuck.— Lowell Cttieen. THE PRIZE STORY. One summer not very long ago, I was spending the warm months at a North ern resort noted for its salubrious climate j and beautiful surroundings. While ■ there I made the acquaintance of a tai i ented young artist and his wife. lie was fair, tall and slender, while she was a dark eyed little woman of the dumpling order. They seemed eminently fitted for each other, there being evidently a perfect sympathy between them. She studied art for his sake, and had ac quired a fine critical taste. One day, when she was showing me her husband's pictures, I was much at tracted by the portrait of a young and beautiful girl; but the face bot ea cer tain undefinablc expression that baffled me. It was not hope, neither was it utter despair, but rather a blending of the two, combined with a certain mourn ful resignation. I felt the tears start to my eyes as I gazed. “You ate attracted by the expression of that portrait,” said Mrs. Shelton. “It is a picture of a relative of ours. My husband painted it from a photograph taken in her girlhood. It does not much resemble this, does it?” And she handed me the photograph of a handsome, ma tronly woman whose face bore a peaceful, happy expression, much unlike the other. “The features are the same,” I an swered, “but the fairy godmother has touched her with her magic W'and.” “Since you are so interested I will tell vou her story,” said my friend.” “As to the fairy godmother and her wand, I you shall judge for yourself.” j “When I was a little girl,” she began, : “my parents lived in the country, in the | suburbs of a small village. I was about ] ! twelve years old when Catharine Haw- j I ley came to teach our school. She was | lan otphan, and had the care of her brother, a delicate child about my own 1 age, but lame. He had to bo wheeled ’ about in a chair. They boarded at our house, for she was very particular that ' Merlin should have plenty of fresh air, ' good food and milk fresh from the cow. He was wheeled to school every day by us children, and then homo again at night. “We became very much attached to him after a while. He had such shy, gentle ways, and, though sickly and of ten suffering great pain, he was a better scholar than any of us, and used to help the older ones with their lessons, ami ! tell stories and draw funny pictures for I the little ones for hours together. In re ' turn we would do anything in our power for him. “Miss Hawley had the finest percep- ■ i tivo faculties that I ever saw in a ■ teacher. She could tell if a pupil was : guilty of any misdemeanor by instinct almost. Her eyes penetrated all dis i guises of look or tone or action. The I boys used to wonder sometimes at being detected in their wrong doings. There : was a suspicion among them at one time that Merlin told on them. ; “My brother John, though not a quar | relsome boy, caught one of them on the i way h ome from school one night, and j j gave him a severe thrashing for calling I Merlin a ‘white faced tell-tale.’ The boy ■ was larger than John, too, but indigna ! tion had made my brother brave. “Merlin felt very badly when ho heard j of the quarrel, and he never rested until he got the two boys together end had I them ‘make up.’ He told them, too, i that he disliked tell tales as much as they did, and he didn't blame them for getting angry when they thought h in one. After that any of them w aul h ive fought for him. “One day a celebrated lecturer came to the village. He and father had I een schoolmates together, and he tool: tea at our house. He was much interested in Merlin, and told Catharine of a famous physician whom he thought could cure him. Catharine was very much excited over it. That evening, I remember, she was sitting on a low stool by Merlin's chair, and he was smoothing her hair. She took both his hands in hers and said: “‘What would you rather have, Mer lin. ot all things in the world?’ “And he answered in a whisper, with i a glance at his helpless feet: “ ‘You know, Catharine.’ She cried a little while quite softly be. fore she said, almost as if she were talk ing to herself: “‘God will surely open the way. He will surely help us.’ “A day or two after that I saw her with a paper in her hand. She seemed very much interested in something she read in it. I slept in the room next hers, and I noticed she sat up till quite late that night. She was very thoughtful and absent-minded for a week or two; then she seemed seized with a mania for writing. She was always writing nights and mornings and Saturdays. There were no more cozy evenings now, with : Catharine laughing, singing, and giving us riddles to guess, as we once had. She ' had a beautiful voice, as you might know ; by looking at those great, expressive eyes . in the portrait there. Her singing had i been one of our greatest pleasures. “Child as I was, I noticed this change in Catharine and was pained. She didn’t | love us as she used to, I thought. One j day I said as much to her. She took my i face between her hands and kissed me. j “ ‘Can you keep a secret?’ she said. “Then she told me. There was a prize j offered for the best story, and ah« was j trying to win it. She wanted the money to send Merlin away to the doctor. Pro fessor Jordan had advised, so that ho might have the chance, at least, of being cured. And I must be her little friend, she said, and do my best to take her I place with Merlin and the children, so that they should not think of her as neglecting them. “After that she would read me the story, a few pages at a time, as she wrote it. And when, in my childish intensity, I would laugh or cry, as tho humor of the story was, her face would lighten beautifully, and she would be quite hopeful. “After a while the story was finished, and I took it to the office for her. Then came a trying time for poor Catharine, j The double work, teaching and writing, | had been a great strain, and left Iter weak and nervous. As the time drew near for the decision to be announced in regard to stories, the suspense became I painful to us both. We used to walk | together in the woods back of the house I —a beautiful place in summer—and talk about it. “‘Oh, if I fail,’ she would say, ‘what shall Ido next? The Lord will surely : help me! But he can’t be expected to | supply the lack of capacity, I suppose.’ I And the smile on her white lips was sad- | dcr than any tears. “Teachers didn’t get such large wages ; thqn as they do now, and Catharine i barely made enough to clothe and board : herself and brother. So this really seemed to be her only chance. “Merlin knew’ nothing of it. Catha rine wouldn’t have bis hopes excited, she said, for fear they would not be re j alized. But sometimes she would sit i ami look at him as, cheerful and patient, he wheeled his chair about the porch, i with such an agony of suspense in het ! face that a lump would rise in my throat | and I would go away and cry. “I had begged the privilege of going I to the postoftice for the mail. I wanted I to be the bearer of the news to Catharine | that was either to raise her hopes or des- i troy them. One day among the letters was one addressed to Catharine, and I knew by the postmark that it was the one. My feet scarcely touched the ground on the way home. I rushed up to Catharine’s room she nearly always awaited my return from the office there— and thrust the letter into her hand. “For a few minutes she sat holding the letter with the seal unbroken, as if she feared to know her fate. Then, with fingers that trembled so that she could scarcely control them, she broke the j seal. A bank note fell out upon her lap. : She gave one loud, joyful cry, then I fainted dead away.” Mrs. Shelton paused in her narrative, ostensibly to loop back the curtain, but : —well, I brushed the tears from my own | eyes, and we were both quite composed ■ when she resumed : “Well, there was quite an exciting ! time. Mother came running up with the camphor bottle, in answer to my dis- i tressed call for help, and the children ; formed a frightened group outside the door. When Catharine regained con- I sciousness she looke I about for Merlin; then, remembering where she was, she just swept us all aside and was down stairs ami by his chair in a moment. “Mother kept us all away for a long time; but when I did creep out on the porch the brother and sister had their arms about each other, and Catharina face shone like an angel’s. “Well, Merlin went away. Catharine stayed with us and taught. She could not give hciself the comfort of being with him, for fear her money would not hold out. There was a very difficult op oration to be perform ’d, and such thingi are expensive, as you know, it was during those days of suspense that Cath arine’s face took on the expression in the portrait there. The other was taken since her marriage.” “But Merlin—was he cured after all?” I asked. “There is no trace of his lameness ex cept a slight limp, as you may see foi yourself,” she answered, pointing to her husband, who was coming up the walk. “But I thought you said his sister’s : name was Hawley?” “She is my husband’s halt sister. They are children of the same mother. By the way, Catharine is coming to morrow. I should like you two to be acquainted.” Afterward, when I had the pleasure of counting Catharine among my friends, I did not wonder at the devotion with which her brother and his wife regarded her, for she was truly one of the noblest women I had ever known. A Petrified Squirrel. The following is from the Stevens I Point (Wis.) Gazette: “One of the great st curiosities of the present day, found among the pines of Central Wisconsin, ( was discovered near Knowlton a few’ ; weeks ago. It Was in the form of a pet : rifled squirrel, about the size of a com mon squirrel, and was taken from the I heart of a tree by some woodsmen. It was of a brownish color, as hard as rock, j and was ‘as natural as life,’ even to the s kink in its long, bushy tail. The curi osity was carefully packed and sent by William Mulhollen, its owner, to Presi dent Cleveland, from whom a personal letter of thanks was received last week I by the sender, saying that it would be carefully preserved and placed in the | public museum at Washington.” A MINE FOUND BY A MULE A Sensational Mining Discov ery in Arizona. How Three Prospectors Came Across a Valuable Silver Ledge. A sensational mining discovery was made in 1875 in Arizona. It was one of the most interesting finds ever made on the coast. Three prospectors Cope land, Mason and another, were one day dodging Indians in the neighborhood j of Queen Creek, Pinal County, about : fifty miles from Florence. The Indians had been very bad that year in that re gion and no prospectors felt safe a mo i ment. One evening Copeland and par ty were looking for a place to camp when all at once one of their pack mules gave a snort and with ears poin ted forward stood stock still. A mule’s | scent for an Indian is keener than that I of any dog for game, and the party i knew there was danger ahead. They . dismounted and reconnoitered. While I Copeland prepared to scout on the side ! of a little rise, he tied his mule to a | clump of sage brush which grow in I the cleft of a ridge of float rock, while ’ he was gone something scared the ’ mule, and the latter jerked the sage | brush up and started down the canyon. The party located a “rancheria” of Indians a mile off and wisely beat a retreat undis covered. A half a mile away they picked up the mule, the sage bush still hanging to his bridle. Copeland de tached it and was about throwing it away when something clinging to the roots attracted his attention. It was . a piece of shattered white quarts, as I big as a walnut, the disintegrated j mass being held together by a perfect j network of pure white silver threads I the size of a number eight wire. Somt ; of the roots of the bush ran through j the quartz and firmly attached it. The party were greatly excited, but they did not then dare go back on ac count of the Indians. They staked the locality, and Copeland fairly cudgeled his brain to impress upon it the exact spot he had tied his mule. Two weeks after they ventured back and to their joy found the coast clear. For several hours they searched among the rocks and scoria of the vicinity, and at last Copeland found the place where the sagebush had been torn up. A few minutes digging revealed the crown of of the most beautiful silver quartz, | ledge any of the prospectors had ever | seen. They dug for several days on : the spot and laid bare a section twen ’ ty feet long and ten feet wide. The i vein was without foot or hanging i wall, was of pure white quartz, with I streaks of native silver (pure white j silver) and blotches of black sulphur ets running all through it. This was ’ the discovery of the famous Silver King mine of to-day. This mine has a peculiar interest from the fact, that so many public men of note invested in it. Soon after its discovery Colonel James M. Barney, of Yuma, bought the property for $275,000, and placed the stock on the Eastern market. The mine has paid since 1879 $1,501),000 in dividends, and has pro ; dttced something like $3,400,000 in silver. Strange to say, the ledge stands alone by itself. Scores of loca < tions have been made around it, but nothing has ever been found in any of them. If any other evidence were needed to prove that mining for the precious metals is a game of chance, the history of the Silver King deposit alone would prove it.— Chi<M<)o Herald. The Beauties of Mexican Feather Work. While In Mexico I tried hard to find out how they made the lovely birds on cards which they offered for sale on the streets. A friend took me to the house of one of these artists. It was a little hovel, where he sat on the mud floor and toiled. But when he heard us coming he put away all his work and would not let us see it. He was an Indian, with brown skin and black, straight hair. He wore ragged clothes and had an old blanket to keep him warm at night. Poor as he was, no money would tempt hitn to show us the secret process he had learned from his father, which had been kept in the family for a hundreds of years. Great skill is required to produce a perfect picture. First, the Indian traces on the cord the outlines of the body of the bird in wax, just enough for the feathers to stick to. Then he begins at the lower part and places them on, one at a time, one row lapping over the other as a slater lays slates. He works very slowly and patiently. Perhaps this is the secret of his perfect work, and the reason that no other people have been able to equal him. The re ult is, a bird that looks as if it might sing or fly. The eyes are made with small glass beads, and the bill and feet are painted so nicely that they appear to be a part of the bird. Then he paints a twig or branch for it to rest on. or makes one from a feather, and his work is done,— .San Antonia Light. PEARLS OF THOUGHT. Tie that wants hope is the oorc.lt man alive. lie who knows nothing is confident in everything. Only whisper scandal and its echo is heard by all. Success is a gleaming head-light which attracts the moths of adulation. Men are like w igons—they rattle prodigiously when there is nothing in them. If thou wouldst attain to tby highest, go look upon a flower; what that does willessly, that do thou willingly. He that resolves to be very eloquent in making a speech, oftentimes cannot speak at all, but sticks by the way. “Hold fast that which is good,” im plies more than being satisfied with present possessions; it must push ahead and get more. If there were no enemy, there could be no conflict; were there no trouble, there could be no faith; were there no fear, there could be no hope. Whatever is coming, there is but one way to meet it—to go straight for ' ward, to bear what has to be ’ borne, and do what has to be done. ( Happiness is defined by Madame do Stael to be “A state of constant occu pation upon some desirable object, with a continual sense of progress to ward its attainment.” Among the Tucomans. Any traveler who has crossed the wild upland region lately occupied by Russia on the border of Afghanistan, and'has seen the Tucoman camps and Afghan villages with which it is stud ded, has surveyed at one glance the past and the present Central Asia. The fortress-like Afghan hamlet, with its huge gray mud wall and narrow, sinister loop-holes behind which the low, flat-roofed earthen hovels huddled so closely together as barely to leave passage room between them, repre sents the marauding shepherd of the east in his more advanced stage of fix ed residence In one spot, but still re taining enough of his guerilla natiiro to regard every stranger as an enemy and to build every house like a fort. The light Turcoman tent of felt and saplings, set up or pulled down in a few moments, typifies the same man in his original character as a wander ing herdsman, flying from his enemy or pouncing upon him with equal sud denness, swooping off with his booty into the desert like one of its own vul tures, ever occupied with the duties of finding grass and water for the flocks and herds that formed his whole possessions, and of anticipating any foe who wished to cut his throat by cutting the latter’s throat first. I n But despite all the these bandit qual ities the Turcoman at home is not a bad fellow by any means. Drawing bridle on the crest of one of those long, ! low swells that break at times the gray unending sameness of the vast plains ' of Central Asia, you see below you a tiny stream, sharply outlined against ( the surrounding desert by the dark belt of undergrowth fringing it. On the bank stand a dozen or more huge, pointed dark gray objects very much like gigantic “dunce-caps,” around which a number of sheep and cattle are feeding. A shrill cry from a tall figure among them brings out of the s tents a half score guant, sinewy fel lows in soiled, white tunics and caps of black sheepskin, handling menac ingly the spears and guns which they have snatched up. The Turcoman “Beg,” chief (for such he is,) greets yon with a guttural “Kosh amedeid” (you are welcome) ' more reassuring than the short curved 1 sabre within reach of his hand, which ’ shows by its notches that its has once 1 done a thrifty business. But its mas -1 ter is now a tolerably peaceable sub -1 ject of Russia, converted by that per ‘ suasive strategy which might give a 1 hint to the invaders of the Soudan: “We never wasted time in pursuing ' them, but beset the water-courses 1 whither they must repair sooner or 1 a ’ ter, and then we had them at our mer ’ c.y.” He kindly offers you a seat on 1 a newly flayed ana still bloody sheep ’ skin and hands you an earthen jar of - milk and a wooden spoon, licking the ' latter clean as a special compliment 1 Should you arrive on the day of un wonted plenty, which results from a ’ camel’s death by age or disease, you 1 may preface with the blue, stringy • meat a bowl of “brick-tea” with salt ' for sugar and rancid fat for cream. ’ The chief’s little brown girls who ’ crowd around yon to play with your ■ sash tassels and the fringe of your fur 3 ban, wear a small brass coin iuibedderl " in the skin of the forehead,a Turcoman 1 lady's traditional ornament ever since 1 Isaiah denounced its Hebrew counter part. But with all this hospitality r you will do wisely not to prolong your call, as every Turcoman tent swarms 1 with “indigenous creepers” not classi- I. fled by any botanist.— New York Ts irtes. CHINAMEN IN NEW YORK. Their Principal Occupations in the Metropo'is. Oolott'al Gambling Dens, Restaurants, Laundries, and Other Employments The Chinese gambling-dens in New York are devoted to a game called Fan Tan, which is to the Celestial what faro is to some Americans. Its basis is betting on the number of coins left on the table, after the dealer has put a pile of metal on the board, from which he removes four coins at a time until either one, two, three or four are left. The game in the main is a “square game,” and allows the house a profit of seven per cent on all business done. It is highly popular with the Chinese, and gives employment to about 200 persons. Chinese gambling resembles American. Each house has its propri etor, backer, cashier, dealer, cappers and hangers-on. The largest game is conducted at No. 12 Mott-st,, and fre quently handles over a thousand dol lars a day. All of the games are own ed and managed by syndicates, and never by a single individual. Chin ese policy is played in eighty numbers. The managers draw each evening twenty of these. A player is allowed to play on ten numbers. If the ten he selects are all drawn he is paid SIO,OOO for sl. If he draws four numbers or less he receives nothing. Twice have players drawn ten numbers. In one case the lucky player received his mon ey in full; in the other, where he had bet $4, he was compelled to compromise for $15,000. This case happened in San Francisco. The restaurants are practically open day and night. Each is noted for some particular dish or style of cook ing. No 4 Mott-st is noted for its pates and dumplings, No 11 for soups and stews, No 14 for style and fancy dishes, No 18 for meats, one near Mott and Park sts, for cheap prices, and the Pell-st, restaurant for American cook ing. Prices are lower than in Ameri can eating places. An average lunch for an Oriental is tea, rice, chiken and fish. The cost of these is for the tea, nothing; rice, five cents; chicken, fif teen, and fish, five or ten; in all twen ty-five cents. The same meal in an American restaurant would cost him sixty cents or upward. An ordinary dinner and its costs are: Chicken soup, nothing: tea nothing; rice, five cents; duck, fifteen; perfumed pork, ten; maccaroni, ten; fish, five; meat-ball, five; rice-wine, eighteen. The amount served is sufficient for two guest. In these restaurants the kitchen and food are visible and open to the guests. The customer wanders from the din ing table to the kitchen examines the articles he has ordered, chats with the cook and then returns to his table. The Chinese are particular in regard to their meats and insist upon till poultry being alive in the morning of the day on which it is eaten. For this reason in all the restaurants there is a coop from which unlucky chick ens and ducks emit continual discord. The article, chiefly used in the order of their popularity are: Meats—chicken, duck, pork, beef; vegetable foods— rice, macaroni, Chinese turnip, onion, celery. Muttons, lamb and veal are seldom used. Preserves and pastry are popular. Every fruit known to the American markets as well as a hundred indigenous to China is em ployed in every for? , dried, smoked, evaporated, compressed, candied, pre served and canned. A price-list from a Chinese grocery will sometimes con tain as many as five hundred fruit preparations. The Chinese population of New- York and its neighborhood, according to its vocations, is about as follows: Laundrymen, 4,500; cigarmakers, 390; 200 sailors; 200 gamblers; 300 unem ployed, who are looking for places tc start laundries; 100 merchants; 10 doc tors; 5 carpenters; 2 barbers; 4 provis ion-agents; 8 musicians and one or two each of sign-painters, interpre ters, fortune-tellers, tailors, commis sion men, fruit vend?rs and insurant# agents. There is also one journalist. At present there are in New-York about 1,000 laundries, in Brooklyn 300, in Jersey City and Hoboken 175, and in the other near places about 50 more. Each laundry employs from one to six men, besides the proprietor, and they average three men each. These laun dries range in value from SIOO tc $2,000. — New York Tribune. Great Artists. Squire Pummel: “I tell you, dea con, my daughter Sue is going to be s first-class artist. Her cattle pieces arc so natural you can almost hear the critters low.” Deacon Pummel: “Pooty good. But my daughter Sal can beat that She hain’t no faith in cattle pieces, But she’s painted some green cowcum bers so nat’ral that the hull family came mighty near havin’ chol’ra mor bus.” — Boston Beacon. ARMY INTELLIGENCE. An army officer, who had been dis missed from the army for duplicating bis cash account was seen walking on the street of San Antonio with a lady. Several U. 8. officers in the window of the club saw the couple, and Colonel Mountain Howitzer remarked to Ma Ar Blow: “I can’t comprehend how he has the :heek to be seen on the streets with a woman who would so far forget herself as to walk out with a man of his reputa tion.”—Austin Siftings,