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NORTH times.
Proprietor*.
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FARMER STEBB1XS OX HOLLERS.
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Cousin John—
We got here safe—my worthy wife an’ me,
An put up at James Sunny hopes’—a pleasant
An'' Isabel,his place to be;
oldest girl, is home from school
An . just now,
pets me with her manners all her young
, man will allow;
An bis good wife has monstrous sweet an’
it culinary wavs; place
w a summery to pass a few cold win¬
ter days.
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;
But _
yesterday, dertooktoroam, when ’mongst the same Iun
C could not find a single one that seemed to
be to home!
An when I asked their whereabouts, the an
If swer was, “I think,
yon’re a-goin’ down that way, you’ll find
’em at the Rink.”
I asked what night the Lyceum folks would
bold their next debate
d’ve sometimes gone and helped ’em wield
the cares of church an’ state);
An’if protracted meetin’s now was holdin’
(I like^to anywhere
get my soul fed up with fresh celes
Or when the next church social was; they’d
An give a knowin’ wink, v
say, “I b’iieve there’s nothin’ now trans¬
pirin’but the Rink."
“What is this‘Rinkr ” I innocent inquired,
“Oh, that night at tea.
you night must with go,” said Isabel, “this very
And . Mrs. me 1
there Stebbins, with she must go, an’ skate
My wife us tool”
when! replied, do. “My dear, just inform me
But you two go.” An’ so we went; and saw
With a circus there.
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
An spiritual blues),
several acres of the floor was made a
Where skatin’ground, folks
of every shape an’ sin went
An in skippin’round the midst an’round;
the fun, a big brass band was helpin’
on
An’ everything was gay as sixteen weddin’s
joined in one
I ve seen small insects crazy like go circlin’
An wondered through the air,
if they thought some time
Ive they’d maybe get somewhere;
seen a million river bugs go scootin’
round an’ round,
An’ wondered what ’twas all about, or what
But they’d lost or found;
men an’ women, boys an’ girls, upon a
M hard-wood floor,
**"*■’ “oond like folks possessed, I
“wjbjp* About
the rinks, an’ how their wavs was
, wicked an’absurd;
I d learned somewhere that skatin' wasn't a
But there healthy thing Doctor to do;
with was him too, Saddlebags—his fam’ly
I’d heard that ’twasn’t a proper 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 goodness! how that gal showed up! I
never did opine
That she could twist herself to look so charm¬
in’ an’ so fine;
And theh 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 ot which I
Why, once I could wbb fond,
write my autograph on Tomp¬
kins’ saw-mill pond.
Of course to slip on runners, that is one thing,
one may say,
An’ movin’ round on casters is a somewhat
different way;
But when the fun that fellow hod 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
You here, you younger chaps,
think you’re runnin’ some’at past us
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 nioeish plump young gal, I’d no¬
ticed quite awhile,
An’ she reached out her hands with ’most too
But off daughterly pushed, a smile;
we with might an’ main_
when all to once the wheels
Departed suddenly above, an’ took along my
My head heels; assailed
the floor os if ’twas tryin’
An’ all • ) the get stars through, I
ever saw arrived at once
in view.
’Twas sing’lar (as not quite unlike a saw-log
there I lay)
How many of the other folks was gott’ that
same way;
They stumbled over me in one large animated
An’ formed heap. pile
a o’ legs 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
An’ then ample waist,
sat down again with large and very
An’ painful again, haste;
rose 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 bo,
An’ she an’ her young fellow took compassion¬
ate charge o’ me.
Then after W got off the skates,an’ flung ’em
out o’ reach,
Z 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,
*’faired a hone at liberal rates to draw
hoino my remains;
SPRING PLACE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1885.
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 Islael Sunnyh said
“Won’t you skate once more?’
I answered, “Not while I remain on this ter
restial shore.”
—Will Carlettm, in Harper’s Weekly.
THE PRIZE STORY.
One summer Dot very long ago, I was
spending the warm months at a North¬
ern resort noted for its salubrious climate
and beautiful surroundings, While
there I made the acquaintance of a tal¬
ented young artist and his wife. He was
fair, tall and siender, while she was a
dark-eyed little woman of the dumpling
order. They seemed eminently fitted
for each other, there being evidently s
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 bore a cer¬
tain undefinable 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. 1 felt the tears start to
my eyes as I gazed.
“You are 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 wand.”
“Since you are so interested I will tell
you her story,” said my friend." “As
to the fairy godmother and her wand,
you shall judge for yourself.”
“When I was a little girl, ” she began,
suburbs of a small village. I was about
twelve years old when Catharine Haw¬
ley came to teach our school. She was
ZSfriXL'&f about tty own har
age, but lame. He had to be 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 home again at
night.
“We became very much attached to
him after a while. He had such shy,
gentie 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, and
tell stories and draw funny pictures for
the little ones for hours together. In re¬
turn we would do anything in our power
for him.
“Miss Hawley had the finest percep¬
tive 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¬
guises of look or tone or action. The
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
way h ome from school one night, and
gave him a severe thrashing for calling
Merlin a ‘white-faced tell-tale.’ The boy
was larger than John, too, but indigna¬
tion had made my broker brave.
“Merlin felt very badly when he heard
of the quarrel, and he never rested until
he got the two .boys together and had
them ‘make up.’ He told them, too,
that he disliked tell-tales as much as
they did, and he didn’t blame them for
getting angry when they thought him
one. After that any of them would have
fought for him.
“One day a celebrated lecturer came
to the village. He and father had been
schoolmates together, and he took 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;
it i What would you rather have, Mer¬
lin, ot all things in the world?’
“And he answered in a whisper, with
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 aight. She was very thoughtful
and absent-minded fora week or two;
then she seemed seized with a mania for
writing. 8he was always writing nights
and mornings and Saturdays. » There
were no more cozy evenings now, with
Catharine laughing, singing, and giving
ua riddles to guess, as we onoe had. She
had a beautiful voice, as you might know
by looking at those great, expressive eyes
in the portrait there. Her singing had
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
day I said as much to her. She took my
face between her hands and kissed me.
“ *Can you keep a secret?’ she said.
"Thenshetoldme. There was a prize
offered for the best story, and she was
trying to win it. She wanted the money
to send Merlin away to the doctor. Pro
fessor Jordan bad advised, so that he
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
place with Merlin and the children, so
that they should not think of her as
neglecting them.
“After that she would read me <$he
story, a few pages at a time, as she
wrote it. And when, in my childish
intensity, I would laugh or cry, as the
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 tho office for her. Then
came a trying time for poor Catharine,
The double work, teaching and writing,
had been a great strain, and left her
weak and nervous. Ab the time drew
near for the decision to be announced
in regard to stories, the suspense became
painful to Us both. We used to walk
together in the woods back of the house
—a beautiful place in summer—and talk
about it.
“ ‘Oh, if I fail,’ she would sav, ‘what
shall I do next? The Lord will surely
help me! But he can’t be expected to
supply the lack of capacity, I suppose.’
And the smile on her white lips was sad,
der than any tears.
“Teachers didn’t get such large wages*
then as they do now, and Catharine
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 his hopes excited,
she said, for fear thev would not be re
alized. But sometimes she would sit
and look at him as, cheerful and patient,
he wheeled his chair about the porch,
with such an agony of suspense in her
face that a lump would rise in my throat
and I would go away and cry.
“I had begged the privilege of going
to the postoffice for the mail. I wanted
to be the bearer of the news to Catharine
that was either to raise her hopes or des¬
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
liogers that trembled so that she could
scarcely control them, she broke the
seal. A bank note fell out upon her lap.
She gave one loud, joyful cry, then
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
tressed call for help, and the children
formed a frightened group outside the
door. When Catharine regained con
sciousness she looked about for Merlin;
then, remembering where she was, she
just swept us all aside and was down
stairs and by his chair in a moment.
“Mnther w „« all w
arms about each other, and Catharine a
face shone hke an angei s.
Weii, Merlin went away. Catharine
stayed with us and taught She could
no give herself the comfort of being
with him, for fear her money would not
holdout. There wag a very difficult op
oration to be performed, and such things
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
81I1 ^r But ” Merlin—was ma J na 8 e - he cured after all?”
1
I here is no trace of „ bis , lameness ex
cept a slight limp, as you may see for
yourself,” she answered, pointing to her
husband, who was coming up the walk.
“But I thought you said his sister’*
name was Ifawley?”
“She is tty husband’s halt sistei.
They are children of the same mother.
By the why, Catharine is coming to
morrow. I should like you two to be
acquainted.”
Afterward, when I had the pleasure of
counting Catharine among my lrlends, I
did not wonder at the devotion with
whieh her brother and his wife regarded
her, for she was truly one of the noblest
women I bid ever known,
How (he Hand Speaks.
The pyramids and monoliths of Egypt
and the temples of India were planned
and superintended by a people celebrated
® g having the smallest and most delicate
bands in the world.
The model Greek hand, as shown in
tbe ldeal statues, is large, with a mod
®rately ti*in palm and a prominent
thumb.
The hard hand indicates one who
easily puts forth continued action, en
dures in physical effort, and delights in
energetic activity.
The elastic or sinewy hand loves rapid
skillful activity. It is characterized by
energy rather than endurance,
Soft hands belong to one who labors
with fatigue and weariness,
in all occult matters the thumb plays
an important part. It indicates the
intelligence and will. In general, a
large thumb shows decision of character,
persistency of purpose, therefore is apt
to belong to one likely to succeed. A
small thumb shows one who is vascilla
ting and uncertain in his aims, intermit
tent and changeable in his efforts,
Short fingers indicate one who sees
general, examines only the mass, com
prehendi the tout ensemble.
Long fingers one who sees the parts,
appreci; tes the details, and
the min itiae.
8U S bi V v ta P erin g fin 8 ers indicate
P the direction of ideally,
Finger# lying, close together, so that
if nn jhtis thc nnscTa seen are between ^regular, them, suggest especially av
^.iV^cy and generally selfishness,
Famous mstfumenwHausiciims, cele
brated marksmen ’ 8kiUed ^ mn,18ts and
arti8an8 ar ® “P 4 t0 have s 1 uaro fin f? er
ends - Po ^ ted fin - or ends atte8t tt l )er '
80n fanciful > erratic - romantic - im P ,ac -
tical, changeable, sometimesreliable-al
wa y® peculiar.
Long natis indicate a peacemaker, one
wh “. wi11 bear mucb for tb ? 8ake of 1 uiet ’
and i. steadfast m friendship
8bort nalls t0 0ne wh ° WlU as
8ert b ' 8 r '8 bt8 ‘
Large white half-moons at the base of
the nails announces frank, open-hearted
person, who naturally speaks his thoughts
and tells his plans and purposes. He
may keep a secret, but it requires an ef
fort. The naturally secretive person is
not apt to have any sign of half-moons,
Pale spots on the nails, especially near
the base, indicates disease of tbe nerves
and an inclination to melancholy.
Hew the Canadian Indians Fight.
A gentleman who has spent many
years among the Indians and half-breeds
j n t h e northwest declared that they have
attained a remarkable proficiency in the
uge of the rifle. Their aim is unerring,
and they seldom fail to bringdown their
game. In years gone by, when a buffalo
hunt was the great event in the life of
t heg e people, he had many opportunities
0 f observing their skill, which was
8imply marve lous. On these occasions
everything bearing in the remotest de
g ree upon the chase was left to a captain,
w ho gave the word for attack. Until
then not a move could be made. Sad
havoc was made in the ranks of the
buffalo by these natives of the prairie,
^though armed with only an old flint
lock rifle. Powder was carried in a horn,
strung across the shoulder, and tho balls,
thirty-two to a pound, in the mouth •
Thus equipped and mounted, the hunts
man engaged in the chase. After dis
charging his rifle, his steed was guided
¥ the knee . and ^ ”“8 in the
dropped into ita placet thee ttrlkiag the
rifle across the knee, causing the ball
a „d powder to come together, the hunter
wa9 again rea dy f or another shot. The
loading of their rifles is thus done m a
mome „t. If with such poor and anti
quated rifles sqch wonderful results were
accomplished it is not difficult to account
for the deadly effects of their fire in the
Duck Lake fight, armed as they were
with the most improved weapons of
modern warfare .-Toronto Globe.
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There are eighty-two glue factories in
th,s countr * and with the P resent de ‘
pression in all kinds of manufacturing it
would not surprise us if one or more of
gets stuck.— Lovell Citizen.
VOL. V. New Series. No. 35.
* he ® oniS °*
An attempt is about to be made to set
tbe vexed question as to whether the
bones of Columbus rest in Cuba or San
Domingo. Until 1877 no one ventured
t0 d°ubt that the bones of the great
nftv ig ator were removed from the cathe
dral of San Domingo, where they had
l** n f° r two centuries and a half, and
transferred to the cathedal of Havana.
* n that y ear ’ however, it was announced
that the P eo P te of San Domingo had
discovered, to their great gratification,
that the bones supposed to be those of
Columbus, which had been conveyed to
Havana with great pomp, were spurious
bonef S and that the genuine bones-still
lay in Dominican soil. These bones, al
jeged to be authentic, were accordingly
interred at San Domingo on the 10th of
of September, 1877, and a considerable
sum of money was raised to erect a
monument over them. The Spanish
government, nevertheless, and the his
‘orical academy of Madrid still decline
to admit the authenticity of the Domini
can re ^ cs » an< * ^ eclare ^ at veritable
bones lie in the Havana cathedral. With
the view of settling this point in dis¬
pute. tho government of San Domingo,
it is stated, has invited a large number
of savants to attend an international
congress in the capital of that republic.
The government will submit to the judg
ment of this congress proofs that San
Domingo possesses the only real bones in
existence of Columbus. Tbe reopening
of the question seems to be a mistake.
Where ignorance is bliss ’tis folly to be
wise; and as both cathedrals claim the
honor of possessing the veritable bones,
a double enjoyment is, under existing
circumstances, extracted from - > relics.
— St. James' Gazette.
Gray Hair.
Many persons begin to show gray hairs
while they are yet in their twenties, and
some while in their teens. This does
not by any means argue a premature
deoay of the constitution. It is a purely
local phenomenon, and may coexist with
unusual bodily vigor. The celebrated
author and traveler, George Borrow,
turned quite gray before he was thirty,
but was an extraordinary swimmer and
Many feeble persons and offBMW 1
b “ve suffered extremely both mentally
and Physically, do not blanch a hair until
P ast mid dle life, while others, without
assignable cause, lose their capillary col
oring matter rapidly when about forty
years of age.
Race has a marked influence. The
traveler. Dr. Orbigny, says that in the
he 8pent . Q South ^ AmenC 4 .
y ears ln “
he never saw a bald Indian, and scarce
ly ever a gray-haired one. The negroes
turn more slowly than the whites. Yet
we know a negress of pure blood, about
thirty-five years old, who is quite gray,
In this country sex appears to make
little difference. Men and women grow
gray about the same period of life. In
men the hair and beard rarely change
equally. The one is usually darker than
the other for several years, but there
seems to be no general rule as to which
whitens first. The spot where grayness
begin3 difier8 wit h the individual. The
philosopher Shopenhauer began to turn
gra y on the temples, and complacently
framed a theory that this is an indication
of vigorous mental activity. —Medical
and Surgical Reporter.
Deforming the Feet.
The process of deforming the foot of
an American child is usually about as
follows; As soon as the victim is able to
walk, a pair of straight-so’.ed shoes,
rather narrower tlian the foot, is pro¬
vided for it. In the course of a few
weeks, the shoes, being worn the one
habitually on the right and the other on
the left foot, begin to take the shape of
the respective feet. This is no sooner
observed by the careful mother than she
exclaims: “Why, Johnny, you’re wear¬
ing your new shoes ail out of shape; you
must ebange. and wear them on the other
feet.” And, if Johnny forgets, finding
the change by no means conducive to
comfort, he is whipped, to aid his mem
ory. It will readily be understood how
fe „‘ B y ; thia atmple-maana, repefud Jsert aa
often Bg the feet begiu to their
independence, and persistently carried
out it ofteD happ8Dg that) by the time a
child is six years old, its great toe will
be Mriou8 i y deflected from the rectilin
ear position, * which it ought to occupy,
and the curve of the sole partially
8traigh tened. Fortunately, both last*
an d ready-made shoes can now be ob
tained which approximate quite closely
to the natural shape of the foot; and
not only can the foot of the child be
pre8erved perfect as it grows up by using
such lssta and shoes, but a foot which
is already somewhat distorted may even
be coaxed back more or less nearly to
its original shape —The Sanitarium.
FUN.
Seems as if the most likely place for a
fisherman to get a bite would be at th«
mouth of the river .—Benton Bulletin.
The man who thought he knew every
thing is dead. He tried to do business
without advertising.— Clinton Bugle.
It is a sad and solemn thought that
Franklin did not discover lightning until
after he was married .—Fail River At
nance.
Grocers are better men than milkmen.
The latter always takes water, but the
former have lota of sand.— Pretzel'<
Weekly.
Nothing outside of Scripture is so
crowded with truth for the granger’s boy
as the gaudy delusions of the circus bill
—Chicago Ledger.
The longest word used in Elliott’s In¬
dian Bible is Weetappesistukgussun
nookwehtuukquoh. It makes a first
class clothes line.— -St. Paul Herald.
“They say that Mr. Smith is a very
close student,” remarked Popinjay at the
dinner-table. Angelina blushed to tbe
roots of her hair, and admitted with »
titter, that he generally did sit pretty
well over on her side of the sofa when
he called.— Burlington Free Press.
“You must be having a hard time of
it nowadays,” remarked a traveler at a
railroad station lunch-counter, to the
proprietor of the establishment “Why
do you think eof” was the query. “Well
I noriced when I bit into this sandwich
that you do not make both ends meat.”
—The Rambler.
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Hew to Preserve though Cut Flowery seldom v
An important rule, re¬
garded, is never to cram the vases with
flowers; many will last if only they have
a large mass of water in the vase, and
not too many stalks, to feed on tjie water
and pollute it, Vases that can hold a
large quantity of water are much to be
preferred to the spindle-shaped trumpet*
that are often used. Flat dishes filled
with wetland are also useful for short
stalked or heavy-headed flowers; even
when partially plaited p^&tyoom. coopepisfe *ub|i
•> .o^hfar pr^i
SKOd.
with the of z *
scent
it for preservation.
In the case of flowers that grow only
in a cool temperature, and suffer when
they get into warm and dry air, all that
we can do is to lessen evaporation a9
much as possible, and when such flowera
have hairy stems and leaves, to submerge
them for a minute, so that by capillary
attraction they may continue to keep
themselves moist and cool; but this is
dangerous to table-cloths or polished
surfaces, unless care be taken that the
points of the leaves do not hang down to
prevent dripping.
Another means of preventing delicate
and sweet-scented flowers from flagging
is to cut them with several leaves on the
stem, and, when the flower head .is
placed in water, to allow only this head
to remain above the water, while the
leaves are entirely submerged; by this
means the leaves seem to help to support
the flower, which will then last for three
days in a fairly cool rdom. Frequent
cutting of the stem is of great use; bu*
with all flowers by far the best plan is
to put them outside; exposed to dew or
rain, during the night, when they will
regain strength enough to last on for
days. All New Holland plants, partic
ularly flowering acacias, are benefited
wonderfully by this apparent cruelty,
and will even stand a slight frost fat
better than a hot room at night indoors.
—American Garden.
A Root as Substitute for the Weed.
“Good demand for licorice root?” said
the drug clerk, iu response to a Herald
inquiry; “yes, indeed, especially in sum
mer. In warm weather so many people
swear off smoking or chewing tobacco
and buy licorice root for a substitute.
It's a splendid thing for that purpose,
too. Smoking or chewing tobacco iu
merely the habit of having something in
the mouth. That is all it amounts to,
and the licorice root does just as well as
tobacco for nine men out of ten. The
root is healthy, assisting digestion, and
is very good for hay fever, catarrh or
bronchitis. It is right pleasant, too, and
I have known men who have started
chewing it because they wanted to quit
on tobacco to become chronic users of
the root. They merely changed one
habit for another, but as a rule a man
•will chew the root a week or so and then
tire of it. By that time he is wearied
from the tobacco or else goes back to it.
—Chicago Herald.
Artificial sponge—made of cotton
rendered absorbent and treated with an¬
tiseptics—is a recent English product.
A piece of the size of a walnut has ab¬
sorbed water until it has become as large
as a cocoanut. It Is so cheap that T
need not be used a second time.