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NORTH Tn u 0 RGIA I * j ?3 t m Wi C." AI AHTaN,| Editors and Proprietors, THE DYING YEAR. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The'-flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. ■Ring out the old, ring in the new; Ring, happy bolls, across tho snow; The year js going, Jet him go; Ring out the false, ring in {he truo Ring out the erief that saps the mind, For tho.-e that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Rmg in redress to all mankind. -Ring-out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; ■ Ring iu tlie nobler inodes of life With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, Tho faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out, my mournful rhymes, Rat ring the fuller minstrel iu. .Ring-olit false pride in place i.nd blood, Ulbe civic Gander and the spite; Ring in the lovejof truth aad l ight, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease Ring, out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring i» the thousand years of peace. ■Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heatt, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of tho land; Ring in the Christ that is to bo. Tknntson. Ted’s Christmas It was a clear, frosty winter’s day. “ Real Christmas weather,” ladies said, as they hurried along, drawing their warm wraps and heavy furs closer hidden around cozily them, and keeping their hands away in their muffs lest Jack Frost should give their fingers a mischievous pinch. ■“Pretty little cold weather, 1 call it,” said a fellow whose bare red hands were thrust into the pockets of his thin jacket for warmth, and whose toes peeped out inquisitively through the holes in his shoes. He stood shivering in front of a baker’s shop feasting his eyes on the tempting display of goodly Christmas cheer in the window, and trying to warm himself in the steam whioh ascend¬ ed through the grating. “Wouldn’t it be nice if a fe'Ioty could go iu and get all the goodies he wanted, ” tie thought, looking with longing eyes at the rich cakes piled up in lavish pro¬ fusion, jellies. and the amber and crimson “Come, move on, there,” shouted the baker roughly, as he saw the boy loiter¬ ing in front of his window, opening the door just long enough to issue this order and let out a rush of warm air, laden with appetizing odors. Ted obeyed slowly, giving one back¬ ward, reluctant glance, and joined the stream of people who were hastening along, intent on making their Christmas purchases. “I wish it wasn’t too cold to bring Daisy out,” be said to himself, as he paused in front of a toy store. “How <0ie would like to see all these prettv tilings!” ■ . The window just looked like a little bit of fairy land. There was a miniature Christmas tree, sparkling with tiny ta¬ pers and hung with glittering toys, while a beautiful angel hovered over it, with outstretched wings. Ted loved to look at this angel. It never seemed to him like a waxen image, but more like a real angel, who always smiled down as lovingly and tenderly ufion the forlorn little fellow, shivering outside the window, as upon many of the more fortunate little ones who were daintily and warmly clad. Then there were dolls in countless numbers. Stately lady'dolls, with vel¬ vet trains and powdered hair; baby dolls, with rosy cheeks and golden curls; little boy and girl dolls, dolls ihat walked and cried, dolls that shut and opened their eyes at their little mothers’ pleasure, and last, but not least, cunning little black dolls that were dressed as* nurses, and beamed white out cheerily from the wide frills' of their caps. I could not begin to tell you of all the ether toys in that wonderful window, of the Chinese Mandarins that stood in long rows and nodded their heads in¬ cessantly of sheep in the that wisest possible manner, the bleated noisily, of the valiant tin soldiers drawn up in battle array, looking as if they conld conquer the world. No; it would take too long a time, so I must leave you to imagine it all for yourselves. Everybody window, seemed to like to Ted look in at that and sometimes was pnshed about and almost carried away by the jostling, would hurrying crowd; chance bat then he wait for a and slip back to his old position, where he conld see all the pretty things. "■♦HoW I wish I could get Daisy some¬ thing for Christmas,” he thought, re¬ membering the little lame sister at home who could not oome ont even to see the beautiful windows. “Perhaps if I have any luck in selling the papers to-night I might get something,” but he checked himself. It was rather a forlorn hope, for an8 out of the few pennies supper for Daisy ^himself must come, and then what ever was loft over must be put aside for the rent, “How she would open her eyes if I could take home one of those lovely dolls to her !” “Oh, oh, oh, what beautiful things 1” cried a sweet little voice so full of enthu¬ siastic delight that almost everybody turned to smile at the little speaker. She was such a pretty little girl, with SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. JANUARY 15. 1885. long, golden curls fallihg over her blue plush their jacket., possible great blue eyes opened to wijiest extent at the sight of all the lovely tors, and the sweetest little face, played with hide-and-go-seek rosy cheeks, Where the dimples smiled. when¬ ever she “She looks just like Daisy,” thought Ted, 08 he watched her, for in his eyes no one could be prettier than the little sister who loved him dearly, and of whom he took the best care that he could. Poor little fellow ! He was only 13 years old; scarcely old enough, one would think, to take care of himself, and yet, somehow or another, he had managed to take care of this little sister too for nearly a year, ever since the pa¬ leaving tient, hard-working mother had died, her in his care. It was pretty hard work sometimes, lint if the little closet evet got entirely empty some kindhearted neighbor would offer the children a share of her scanty meal, and the kind Father”who watches over even the little sparrows never for¬ got them. “Give us this day our daily bread,” they prayed every’ morning, * kneeling side by side with clasped hands, and with all the fervent faith of childhood in God’s promises, they believed that it would always be sent to them. Dh, nnrsie. . let , ,, s go in . and look at all the lovely dolls, cried tho little girl, drawmg the nurse o ward the door. As she drew ner little gloved band out arJ&sistsr- Ted IrMari pinked ** sprang ana it „p “Waita"moment,’’ he earned „ she was about to enter the stora “You dropped something.” “Ob, my pretty purse,” cried the child. “I wouldn’t have lost it for any thing. Thank yon ever so much. Wait a moment, nurse,” she said, as the girl rS 8 Tfnh ?lTL\ t ? i „ . ,,t ? Want a ‘° Oh, no, you needn t mmd that, f ” said v, Ted, c rawing back. little I girl, would rather, though,’ said the putting a mlver quarter into I spoke, J laI il^ and Ted, i thinking of little ^ Daisy, Sbe did not refuse the gift, but accepted it gratofullv with a very earnest “Thank you.” “Now I present,” can get Daisy a Christmas he thought, joyfully, and *n~ tered the store with the happy con sciousness.that he, too, poor and shabby ns he was, hadsome Christmas shopping to do. “What do you want, little boy?” asked a girl, sharply, “I want all to buy a doll,” answered Ted, not at embarrassed'by her curt man uer. “What kind of a doll?” she asked. Ted was puzzled. “I don’t know—a pretty one,” he answered. “How much money have you got to spend on one?” she asked, crossly. “Do you want an expensive one?” “I want the prettiest doll yon have got for tenty-five cents,” said Ted, meekly, feeling chilled at her evident unwillingness to waif ou him. “You em’t get much of a doll for that,” she answered; “but I will show yon what we have. ” • Tid followed her to the back of the store. ■ . “Here is a baby doll,” she said, open¬ ing a box and placing it before him as she spoke. Ted gave a gasp of delight. 11 was such a beautiful doll in his eyes. It was dressed iu a long white dress, with a scarlet cloak and hood, and the tiniest her bang of golden hair showing around forehead. What if it was a cloth doll ? Weren’t its cheeks quite as rosy as its waxen cousins’; and if the materials of its dress were of the coarsest, what did Ted care for that? In a perfect dream of delight he gave the girl his silver quarter and watched her wrap the doll up in paper. 5 “Oh, did you buy something?” afeked the little girl, touching his arm as he was going out of the store. “Won’t yon let me see what yon got V” Ted opened the paper, red with pride and bashfulness, and exhibited his treas¬ ure. “Isn’t it a beauty ?” he asked. “It’s real cunning,” answered the child, “Who did you get it for ?” she asked. “For my little sister Daisy,” he an¬ swered, though ‘‘and ?” he won’t added she be pleased fare¬ with it, with a fond well glance at it as he enveloped it in its paper covering again. “You’re - a nice sort of a boy to get your sister a present,” said the child, with grave approval. “I hope she will get a nice one for you. Good-bye.” “Good-bye,” responded Ted answer¬ ing her smiling farewell. How would Two he whole days be able to Christmas his 1 ever to keep, pre¬ cious secret for that length of time ? He buttoned his thin jacket carefully ever the treasure and stood for a ment irresolutely on the corner, won¬ to dering whether he would have time go home with it before he went for the evening papers. opened again The door of the toy store and his little friend oame out, accompa¬ nied by her nurse. “Oh, there’s mamma 1” she exclaimed as she caught sight of a lady on the op¬ posite side of the street. “Wait! wait ! Miss Flossie, you’ll be run over,” cried the nurse, trying to de¬ tain her, but the child had slipped from her grasp and started to ran across the street. Jingle ! jingle 1 Merrily sounded the sleigh bells as a sleigh came dashing around the corner. There were mingled screams of terror from the mother and nurse as Flossie they saw the danger the Uncon¬ scious was in. Could nothing save her ? it Suddenly—nobody happened—a ever knew justhow small boy, a very small slid very ragged, but surely a very brave boy, sprang forward right in frontof the prancing horses and hung on their heads. Only a moment he detained' them, but that "to moment was long enough for some one snatch up the frightened baby and save her from those cruel trampling hoofs. Then rendered unmanageable by fright, little the horses dashed that on again over a prostrate muddy, form blood-stained lay un¬ conscious on the snow; Ted scarcely realized what he was do¬ ing in when he darted forward aad sprang front of the horses. He had not had time to think of any¬ “looked thing save Daisy” that the little girl who like was in danger and no must save her. Instinctively he had tried to stop tne horses and that was the last he remembered. He did not feel strong arms lifting him gently into a carriage nor the doctor’s skillful hands bandaging miracle his cut head and broken arm. “It’s a that the brave little fellow was bad not trampled to death,” the doctor said. “Fortunately and this cut ou his head is very W slight his brok e u arm will soon so with a little ESSHsiS?" ^” E , ^ToS , nc,** “ ’ V. .Wi _ ll( tle straw . bed , in the corner of . a dark,, ao white }^. r K°?’ bed, with, l° ! ,J the e softest w 2f ? n of J pillows < *. < ?, wn ^\ ander lus aching head and a delicious f D8e of He warmth pervading his chilled frame. tried to move his arm but it was bandaged and the effort hurt him. “Are you awake yet?” asked a little vo ioe, and Ted opened his eyes to see his little friend standing beside him. He remembered it all then. E S ov<bv” , (I am said: BO glad you (3idu . t et nin he feebly, for somehow ho ( q du q f ee j very strong. Then, as hq thought of his treasured doll, he ex claimed suddenly: ^Ob, where isf Daisy’s doll? Did it gebbrohaq2,” a “ Yes, it, was'all trampled in the miidf” mustn’t Ptcsne, gravely, I “hut mind ” that, will give te of mine. “ But it won’t, be thi signed Ted, The his loss eyes of filling the doll witl emccUmuA rs. greater misfortune to in tirtu tne bandaged liis arm or the pain which made head throb so wearily, “Mamma, he’s awake,’’calledFlossie, softly, and a lady came in from the next room and bent over him tenderly. A veal, warm mother's kiss she gavo him', and in sweet low tones thanked him for saving little Flossie's life. “Is the pain so bad?” she asked, as she saw the tears standing in his great brown eyes. “ Oh, it isn’t that”’ sobbed Ted, “but Daisy’s doli^it is all broken, and it is all the Christmas I had for her. I must go home,” and he tried to sit up, but the effort was too much for him. “Shall I send for Daisy?” asked Flossie’s mamma pushing back the dark curls tenderly from his aching fore “ Yes, please,” answered Ted ; and so, about half an hour later, as little Daisy looking was sitting shivering by the window down into the dimly-lighted street, Ted and wondering why her brother didn’t eome, she saw a carriage stop iu front of the house and a gentleman get out and run lightly up the steps. Yon can imagine how surprised she was when she found that the carriage had been sent to take her to Ted, and she put hood on hastily, lierjlittle well-worn shawl and old that she might go to him at onee. It seemed a loDg time to Ted before he heard the carriage wheels stop again in front of the house and knew that Daisy had eome. “ I will go down and see that she gets nice and warm, and then I will send her up to you,” said Flossie’s mamma. Presently Ted heard the familiar thump, thump of Daisy’s little crutch ou the stairs, and in another moment the door opened Daisy? and Daisy had came in. But was it Ted to fairly rub his eyes to see more plainly. . She had on a pretty blue dress, and her curls, as golden as Flossie’s own, were tied back with a bright ribboD. “Oh, you poor, darling brother,” she cried as she saw Ted’s bandaged head, and she threw her arms lovingly around him. “What a pretty dress," said Ted, stroking its soft folds, and forgetting all about his pain in the pleasure of seeing Daisy so comfortably clad. it to me,” “Flossie’s mamma gave said Daisy. “Wasn’t she kind?” and she nestled her little go! dan head down be¬ side Ted’s dark carls and said told him how Flossie’s mamma had they were to stay and spend Christmas with Flossie and see a beautiful tree and have lovely presents. all seemed like dream to these chil¬ It a dren, who had known so little happiness. “Now you must huny up and get well before Christmas, Teddie, dear,” said Flossie, softly stroking lovely his bandaged time.” head, “aud we’ll have a And they did have a lovely time. • I don’t think that either of them will ever forget beautiful it. Christmas-tree suoh The bore wonderful fruit—a nioe new suit of clothes and a warm overcoat for Ted, and the prettiest little cloak and hat for Daisy; M and then, besides those riseftil presents, lovely there doll were Daisy so many others. A for that seemed to bf the twin sister of Flossie’s, and more other pretty gifts than I could tell you of. And tills happy Christmas was only the beginning of good times for Ted and Daisy. You may be sure that Flossie’s papa and mamma would not let the little boy. who had saved their only darling go buck to his old life of poverty and hard, hopeless Daisy work. . \ was installed in the nursery as ijiylo )u Flossie’s hour do playmate, the two girls and spend many to¬ a :.py dolls gether Ted, over quite their well and their lessons. again now, goes down town to He business is only every day with Flossie’s pi pa. errand boy now;, but he is very ambitious, and he thinks that perhaps some day, when he grows older and wiser, he may become a clerk, and then—who knows?—become a partner iii-ihe business and grow rich, so that he 0 in take good care of sister Daisy. Perhaps all this may happen yet. Y7ho. knows? But I think Ted will always remember day of his this life. Christmas as the happiest MEIK DYNAMITE MINE. ; ■ • *£ ABatchifiis who Trlctl 10 Rill, the Eifc* peror William Convicted; The Anarchists wtre tried at Leipsic thf for attempting to cause an explosion at ^eiit unveiling of the Niederwald monu to, Germany. ©Slqpseh ,i0||ered has confessed that Iteinsdorf him to tire the mine. This con . |@pid bbttje filled of a with large dynamite stone jar and and furnished a glass rcussion caps To these a fuse 1 At tolled, and the whole was placed S ip which crosses the road about v ^ utes’ walk from Niederwald. He ered to tire the train when the Emperor William’s carriage was fifty fej^jlfetant feted cigar from to the the drain end by of applying the fuse SP T3 ft |jh at the side of the roadway. asserts that he was unwilling to ( ed the cigar. explosion, and applied an un '4 Ipchlen Eland the upbraided Rupsch for his latter gave the explana •at the fuse was wet and failed to K'uechle.n then told Rupsch tc mew j|l|ia tinder in tho fuse and to ex fisisie when the Emperor was png. fastened Rupsch returned to the v juse fresh tinder to the fuse; W the in two about two metres pie 3«a charge. and was Wlieu at the the proper Emperol spot, jm (K appfied a burning cigar to the TR wSbleti iVidka-j! "wav, , f was very ai see and failure, and when the road was clear grand Df people pavilion removed the Rudesheim, dynamite where to the at a concert was in progress. Kueohlen thereupon sneaked away and Rupsch ex¬ ploded the and dynamite ten paces from the pavilion ran away. He declares that he only wished to see the unveiling of the monument without expense and that he intended from the first to frustrate the murderous plan. The prosecution regard the last state¬ ment and that he applied an unlighted cigar to the fuse and cat the fuse as in¬ ventions made by Rupsch for the pur¬ pose of exculpating himself. Rcinsdorf appears to have been the ringleader He hears of the conspirators through cut. himself now with the utmost coolness—almost of effrontery. It has been learned that Reinsdorf has had dealings with Hodel, the man who attempted 1878, to assassinate Emperor 'Will¬ iam in and also with Most, the well known anarchist. Ho denies, how¬ ever, that he was ever Most’s emissary. A witness named Palm testified that Reinsdorf had threatened that any one who should betray him would be killed by an emissary from Loudon or Amer¬ ica. Reinsdorf, he said, received money from 1 rondon through him. These state¬ ments of Palm were denied by Reins¬ dorf. A constable deposed that Bachman had confessed that Reinsdorf promised him pay for exploding the mine. A tin smit'i identified Reinsdorf as the man who bought the boxes of him that con¬ tained the dynamite found at Elberfeld. S' ,ven including of tne eight prisoners were con¬ vict fl, Reinsdorf. Those Troublcsomk Felons. Not the convicted violators of our laws, but the atrocious and excruciating mal¬ ady which may attack even the fairest hand. A corrrespondent of the MicM gan Farmer writes that alleged they remedy can be cured, and a trial of the will at least do no harm. I wish to tell those who may suffer from that terrible scourge, felons, of a painless remedy thftt will effect a perfect cure in twenty-four hours, as I, had occa¬ sion to prove within the last had three been days. suf¬ A lady came here who fering over two weeks with a felon on the end of her middle-finger. I satura¬ ted a bit of grated wild turnip, the size of a bean, with spirits of turpentine and applied it to the affeoted part. It re¬ lieved the pain hours at onee. there hole to < In twelve was a the bone, and the felon was applied destroyed. heal I removed the turnip and ng-salve, and the finger is welL A WONDERFUL THING. Young Artist (displaying his latest picture)-Ya-as, art is a wonderful thing. Why, do you know that with the a single dash of the brush I can change face of a laughing child into that of a crying child ? nothing art) Old Party, (who knows of —Et—by hitting it with the brush ? VOL. IV. New Series. No, 49. AS OLD REPROBATE. He Tells of Hie Trh-k (hrtt :^le Played Upon Uis Anxious “You see, Martha got in the habit of Bitting up for me at an early age, and she can’t break it off. I couldn’t per¬ suade her to g6‘ to bed and mind her own We business, so I studied Ga the houses mat¬ ter. live in one of the centre of a block of five-story-and-attio build¬ ings. There’s and scuttles in the roofs of all of them, I persuaded Mr. Greenup, who lives in the adjoining house, to let rue in his house last night about one o’clock, and I went up through his scut¬ tle and over to mine, and se down into our bedroom. ] could see Martha, from the head of the stairs, sitting in the front room eying the clock with a look that whs a yery tart chromo. But I undressed and waiting quietly got in bed, and there I lay developments. Every noft and then I’d hear Martha give a short, fi'D gety cough. Then I’d hear her get up and prance around the room a little, and by and by go to the front windows and slam the shutters. “After I’d lain there about an hour, I heard her get up and go stand out on the front steps for a good five minutes. Then she came in and slammed the Every door and commenced coming up stairs. other Won't step she’d say: ‘Oh, the wretch. I give it to him! I kbow where he is! I know where he is ! He needn’t think to deceive me 1 Oh, the villain!’ ’Bout tho time she had nearly got to the lauding I think she must have seen the I’d light left streaming out of the door that • ajar. I could hear her sfop, and then I com¬ menced to snore. I was afraid to look, you know, but I could feel her cautious¬ ly come up to the door and look in. Weil, sir, I’d have given my pension from the war of 1776 to have seen her about the time she saw it was me. I’ll bet it was fun. But I was afraid to do anything but snore. Then she cam8 into the room, and, by the way she breathed and stood around, I had to nearly bite my tongue off to keep a straight face on me. I could feel that she sat down in a chair, and was dum founded.,» like I never let on, but kept on snoring thunder; but when she kicked over a chair I turned and pre¬ tended to wake up, kind of dazed like, and says: m bod i Why, ?’ Martha,dear, ain’t youcome to yet ----------- solemu “ ‘Jarphly,’ said she, awful slow and like, ’ ‘when did you come in?’ Don’t “ ‘ Why f must be four or five hours I ago. you remember When told yon not to go to sleep in the rocket, but to oome up to beet ?’ and I turned over and professed to go to sleep again. “She never made any reply, but ■ iu a <W;ed. bewildered V sortof wav, and when she got to b«rd-J-«Quldftetf she didn't sleep a wink for three tiofira:— / “This morning it was” mb to watc]h Martha. I could hardly keep a face. At the breakfast table, and all the time I was about the house, she’d eye me when she thought I wasn’t looking; then, when I’d notice her, she’d turn away and be awfully busy at something. She caught me kind of grinning once, and, by George, I thought But the it explosion didn’t, was about to come. though the look of blank, unfathomable suspicion she wore on her face all the time was the greatest show on earth. It nearly broke me up, and I’ve laughed till my ribs ache ever since. I know it won’t last. I know there’s a day of reck¬ oning is a-coming, and the thermometer going clear out of sight in the Jarphly family. But who’s going without after trouble ? It’ll come soon enough hunting it, and I’m going to enjoy that scuttle in the roof until the explosion comes.”— Chicago Tribune. A Way Jim Fisk Had. “When I was head cutter,” said a Fourteenth street tailor recently, “Col. Fisk was among our customers. The store was under the Metropolitan Hotel. The first time I saw the Colonel was when he came in and ordered three of the finest suits of clothes that could be made. The Colonel, on account of his fatness, was a hard man to fit, but I laid myself out to please him. The suits were tried on, and a few days afterward he mentioning dropped in and I said, finest ‘Go to-’s,’ of Broad¬ one of the way jewelry stores, ‘and see what he’s got but, for you.’ I I thought knocked he off was thaj joking, after¬ as soon as noon, I went - to the store and asked if Col. Fisk had left orders for me. “ ‘I should say he had,’ replied the proprietor. ’He said that you were riDgs,’ to choose a souvenir from these three and he put three splendid diamond rings on a velvet mat on the counter. ‘Take your choice, please; I’ve other customers to attend to. Col. Fisk told me to send the bill for the riDg that you chose to him.’ Well, I chose this ring and I wouldn’t part with it for any amount of money, unless my wife and I were starving. It has twenty-three dia¬ monds, you see, and the jeweler told me that the diamonds, without the work¬ manship on the ring, were worth about 1300. Col. Fisk had his faults, they say, but I’ll never believe that a man who could show suoh kindness to a poor workman had any very grave faults.” Away ITp.—Probably no one has reached a higher altitude by balloon as¬ cension than Professor James Glaisher, who, with a professional aeronaut, made an ascension in England to a He height became of 37,000 feet, or seven miles. insensible at the height of six miles and his companion, who was so his ne,arly limbs, frozen ns to have lost the use of was obliged to pull the rope of the safety valve with hris teeth to descend. • THE JOKER’S BUDGET. A BATCH OF GOOD THINGS FOUND IN TI1K HUiMOKOITS COLUMNS. OrnwiiiK ihc I.ine-A Fmhcr’s Hlnt Thrtfwina a Dollar—Too iflocli l.uxnry— A Jleon Keypnae—The Tree* Leave Only a Slop. K«c., Eic. HOW TO GET BID OP HIM. The other evening a young lady was walking home and. was approached her, by ami a dude, who ambled up beside proceeded to make himself agreeable. “May I—ah—carry—ah—your purse?’' said he. ‘ Oh, I don’t mind,” she replied. He took it and seemed delighted to be of any service They walked and walked, she, wishing to get rid of him, kept si¬ lent while thinking about something funny to say. “Miss Clara,” he finally ventured, “I don't think you have much money left. This purse seems a little flat; he! he ! lie 1” “Flat? Well, it is a little flat, sure enough, but I don’t mind that: it’s a big flat that I object to.” He left her at the next corner.— Ev amviUe Argus, HE DREW THE LINE. The following Burleigh, story is Kensselaer told of Con¬ gressman of and Washington Counties: When he first ap¬ peared at Washington, in conversation with a brother Congressman one day ho said: “A particular friend of that mine afc home told me before leaving after arriving here there would be two im¬ portant things for me to attend to. One was to stop swearing, and the other to I.' appear in a swallow-tailed coat. Well. have stopped swearing, but I’ll be har.gtd if I will wear a swallow-tailed coa f ,”— Glen’s Falls Times. A MANUFACTURER IN RARE LUCK. Manufacturer—“What's that you say ?” Superintendent Cotton-goods Factory —“We found the scalp of a negro iu that last bale. It was probably caught in the machinery and whisked off some way.” “What rare luck 1” “Luck, sir?” “Certainly. I can now meet the pop¬ ular demand. Mix it in well.” “Why, sir, mix what in well, sir?” “The scalp, of course. And, by tho w*y, ns yon go through tl»e*oflice tell the bookkeeper to change our advertise ments.” «Yes, sir; how, sir?” goods “Toll him to advertise the as wool .”—Philadelphia Call. „ r ’ ; «natemer , had big bald , ,, spot . < a ori Ms head. The faintest tw Was isdely visible the remnant on the polished of hnir thJB sagM ! ""‘'j.'‘“ R deuu^d imaginary surface^WH ^.ctly through it, anu then nsiiH OUMf-in a way that would ha«B tlie Mrsute covering if there’ll “What on earth made you do that I subsequently asked him. “Because I would have offended him by recognizing his baldness,” was the reply; “and by ignoring it I tiokled him mightily.” can’t KILL THEM THAT WAV. “The best way to get rid of roaches,” said the man with the glasses, “is to let your fires all go out some real cold night, raiso all your windows and freeze them out. The first cold night I intend to do that, and will pour water in every crack and let it freeze.” “It won’t work,” replied the myself man with the red nose. “1 tried that once and when 1 came down stairs the next morning to gather up the corpses I found that all the roaches had strapped skates You on and organized skating parties. can’t kill a roach that way .”—Oil City Blizzard. TOO MUCH LUXURY, Proud Pa.—“No, sir. Young man, your pleading is useless. My daughter must marry her equal.” Poor Suitor—“X am certainly her equal in birth, breeding, education, and “Ah 1 but you are not her equal iu wealth. That’s what I mean. My daughter has been used to a fife of lux ury- *» “I know, but-- »» “No interruptions, please. She has never known what it is to want for any¬ thing. Nothing that money could pur¬ has chase has been denied her. She never been allowed to lift her hand to help herself in any way; never allowed to learn to sew, to knit, to cook, to—in fact, she knows no more about such things than I know about Greek. Sea don’t even select her own wardrobe, choose her own bonnets or comb her own hair, She—” But he had fled.— Phila. Call. TREES LEAVE. ! It was lone after midnight, and the minutes were clicking by like hours. “I love a graceful elm tree,” she re¬ marked. “How I wish I were an elm tree,” he responded, wish quickly. too.” “I you were, “Why do you?'-’ he inquired with a world ot devotion iu kts voice. “Because,” she replied, ”— “trees leave once a year at least. Drake’s Mag¬ azine. WHERE THE MONEY HAD GONE. “As I was coming home from the lawyer’s to-day I noticed the cost most beautiful sealskin sacque. It only $300.” “Why didn’t you buy it, my de&rf I “I wjs just coming away from lawyer’s, I said.” “Oh !” — Graphic.