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The Advertiser. D. B. FREEMAN, Editor and Proprietor. OLD SERIES—VOL. YI-NO. 50. CEDARTOWN, GA., FEBRUARY 26, 1880. NEW SERIES—VOL. II-NO. 11. TEE GOLD THAT WEARS. We parted one eve at the garden gate. When the dew v.as on the heather, And I promised my love to come back to her Ere the pleasant autumn weatLer— That we twain might wed When the leaves were red, And live and love together. She cut me a tr^as from her nut-brown hair, And I kissed her lips of cherry, And £.ave her a ring cf the old-time gold, With a etone like the mountain berry— As clear and blue Ah her eyes were true— *t Sweet eyes so bright and merry! • The wraith of my love is all I have To give you,” the said in turning; ‘•The gold that wears—like the radiant stars In yonder blue vaults burning!” And Itook the trust As a lover must Whose soul for love is yearning. Fate kept us apart for many years. And the blue eea rollei between us; Though I kissed each day the nut-brown tress And made fresh vows to Venus— Till I sought my bride. And fate defied, That failed from love to wean us. I found my love at the garden gate When the dew was on the heather, And we twain were wed at the little kirk In the pleasant autumn weather; And the gold that wears Now soothes my cares, And wo live and love together. Alice May. “Never saw so many vases in my life before?” observed Harry Elmer, staring around at the shelves. “Did not know it was possible to make ’em into so many dif ferent shapes. ” And, in truth, the exclamation was not ^together uncalled for. Great Pompeian vases of red clay stood*in rows on the floor —high-shouldered Etruscan vases, with slender necks and picturesque twisted han dles, were arrayed on shelves—severe Greek outlined vases crowded the windows, and dragon-shaped jars elbowed one another in every nook and corner. And our hero, looking confusedly around, with liis hands in his pockets, began almost to feel as if he were changing into pottery himself. “Is it for a lady?” said the brisk little shopman. “It is for my sister,” said Harry Elmer. “A pair of vases for her boudoir.” “Ah!” said the shopman, diving into a wilderness of red clay moulds; “here is the very thing—slim-necked and tall. Equally suitable for a bracket, a table, or a draped mantel.” Harry Elmer stared helplessly at the vases. “I want '**' he. “Birds, flowers, beetles, or something!” The shopman shook his head at this. “We only keep pkin ware,” said he. “But I can give you the address of a young person who paints them to order.” And he handed a card across the counter. “All right,” said Harry Elmer. “Give me the vases.” And in less than five minutes he was in search of the place designated on his card. “Oh, yes,’’ the baker’s wife on the first floor assented, cheerily’: “llie young woman who painted vases did live there. She rented the third story back room, and worked very hard, poor thing. If the gen tleman would walk up stair3, and knock at the first door on the left, at the top of the second flight of stairs, it would be all right.” And Harry Elmer stumbled up the dark stairway. “Come in!” And with .a final atumble, our hero found himself in a little room where the sunshine streamed through ivy and wax-plants, and a table in tbe middle was heaped witli half- decorated china, tubes of color, sheaves of brushes, and portfolios of sketches. Of course it was the modest little atelier of an unpretending artist—one could have pro nounced that at a glance. And, working away at a sketch of a scariel-winged bird, as if her very life depended on it, sat a slender young girl, with a scarf fallin; away from her shoulders, and a veil of flaxen hair drooping over her face. She laid down her hair brush at this ap parition of the stranger. “1 beg your pardon,” stammered Harry, with an unaccountable sensation of embar rassment: “but—are you the young woman that paints vases?” “Of course 1 am?” said the golden-haired little artist. “Don’t you see me painting one now?” “I want these decorated,” said Harry. “Can I get them done here?” “Of course you can,” said the girl, sur veying them critically. “A nice shape- pretty ware! Suitable for blue birds, ori oles, I should think.” “And what shall you charge?” “Five dollars each.” “Isn’t that a good deal?’' said Harry. “Not for a piece of artistic work,” said the girl. “Of course if you don’t like the price you can go elsewhere. ” “You are very independent for an art ist;” said Harry, smiling in spite of him self. “Why shouldn't an artist be as indepen dent as anyone else?” said the young girl. “Well,” said Harry, “I’ll leave them, and I’ll call for them in a week.” “Very well,” said the young lady. “They shall be ready.” So our liero took his departure, with the deep, blue eyes of tbe young artist haunt ing him as he went. “It must be a hard way of earning one’s living,” said he to himself. “And artists are always poor. I suppose there’s a mother at home, and perhaps a rheumatic old father, and a swarm of helpless little brothers and sisters. After all I don’t know as five dollars a vase is too much to pay—and she is very pretty!” At the end of a week he called for his vases. They were ready and packed, but the golden haired girl was not there. “Where’s the artist?” demanded Harry, considerably disappointed. “She ain't here to-day,” said a lad, who was drumming with his fingers on the win dow. “I’m ’tending to tbe business.” And Harry Elmer paid his money and went away in disgust. “Dear Harry, it’s so lucky ^that you came up here just now,” said his sister ra diantly. She was sitting at her window, and Harry Elmer sat opposite her, sunburned, handsome and stalwart. “Didn’t know what else to do,” yawned Harry. “Everybody was out of town, and there wasn’t a soul to speak to.” “Miss Mayne is to be here next week,’ Interrupted Mary Elmer, breathlessly. “And who is Miss Mayne!” “Don’t you know? The heiress—the beaut}’—the girl who owns half of a town.”- I don’t see how that concerns me,” said Harry. *Oh, Harry! why shouldn’t you be the one to marry her?” Harry Elmer made no answer; but he thought of the golden haired young artist, with the sea blue eyes and the skin like velvet. I wonder what lias become of her?” pondered he. And all Mary’s chatter about the heiress “who owned half a town” was thrown away on his inattentive ears. But, early the next morning when he wandered out to smoke his cigar on the shore of the lovely lake, when the mists were just beginning to be tinted with rose and gold, he perceived a light figure whose floating white robes seemed almost a part of the rolling vapors—a girl with both hands full of roses. “By Jove!” he exclaimed, involuntarily; ; It’s the artist!” And at the same time she recognized him ’ith a smile. “I don’t know your name,” said she; ‘but I believe you are the gentleman who wanted the vases painted.” ‘My name is Elmer,” said he advancing with a glad face. “And yours?” They call me May,” said the girl, with equal frankness. isn’t it strange that we should chance to meet here, Miss May?” said Elmer, liold- the slim little hand longer than w r as absolutely necessary. Things do happen strangely in this world,” said she, laughing. “Take care, you will make me drop my roses.” ‘I suppose you’re getting studies, sketches, and tilings for your painting?” hazarded Harry. And so they wandered off into the woods, where the level rays of the sunrise were lighting up tlie leafy aisles with kaleidos copic glitter and the birds were warbling joyously. She’ll bp tlie hall tn-«igl^^, , Miss Elmer, with the St. Michels.” “Do you mean ” “I mean the heiress, of course.” “Oh; hang the heiress!’’ exclaimed Harry Elmer, impatiently. “Look here, I’ve something to tell you; I’m engaged to be married.” “Harry!” “To Miss May, the sweetest little angel you ever saw.” “Is she rich?” “Well, no—not in a money point of view’, but I love her.” “Who is she?” “She is an a-tist, I believe.” “Harry, are you mad?” shrieked Miss Elmer. “Not in the least.” “To throw yoursalf away on a mere no bod}—a girl without a penny—a creature with no social connections whatever.” “I love her,” said Harry, puffing serenely away at lnssegar, “and that’s enough.” And his sister’s tears affected him no more than if he had been a figure of stone. “I will introduce him at all events,” Miss Elmer declared to herself, “whether he likes it or not.” And she brought her brother, reluctantly enough, into the magic circle which sur rounded the heiress in the great saloon. Miss Mayne stood there in a dress of pale blue tissue, looped up with bluebells, with diamonds encircling her throat and spark ling in her ears—a beautiful blonde with hair like coiled sunshine, and largo wist ful eyes. “You need not introduce us, Mi: Elmer” said she with a smile. “Your brother and I are old friends, in fact”—coloring like a rose—“w’e are engaged lovers. Don’t look so surprised, Harry; you have only known me as Alice May; my last name is Mayne.” “But,” stammered Harry, “You are an artist—a decorator of vases!” “No, I am not,” said the neiress. “I was w’aiting m the studio that day for Miss Vestry, the genuine artist, to come and give me my lesson. You supposed me to be the decorator. I only humored your mistake. You’re not vexed with me Harry?” And the captain answered with a loving glance, which was perfectly satisfactory. He was engaged to the heiress in spite of fate—but then he had not lost his golden- haired little Alice May! And Miss Mary Elmer found herself com pelled to believe in true love after alL Winter in Ottawa. Lord. Lome has been having a skating and tobogganing party at Ottawa. First, there was the ice, in splendid condition, a big sheet enough a small busli covered Is land in the upper part, while cleverly ar ranged- on a framework, at the end there gleamed out in gigantic letters of^ light the kindly words: “A Happy New \ear.” On the margin of this frozen lake there had spruns: up a real backw’oods shanty, with timbers squared on two sides so as to fit closely, and showing the honest rough bark of the tree on the outside. The inside was prettily wainscoted and comfortably warmed, it being intended for the use of skaters. Nothing prettier can be imagined that the sight of the skaters as they went through evolutions of tlie most complicated nature under the soft, warm ligbt of the lanterns and to the sharp, cheerful ring of their own skates. Quadrilles and figure cutting were the order of the night, and if there is one pastime more than another in which a pretty costume and graceful shape can be shown to advantge, it is the last, where, as the centre of a circle of admiring and jealous eyes, a young lady can twirl and pirouette. Blanket coats, with borders of regular blanket .red, were very much the fashion, and dainty, coquettish little “toques” of red and blue, or still more charming caps of sealskin, set off the charms of our beauties. But the tobog- gar-ing was the real fun of the evening, and a pretty sight the great towering slide made with its rows of Chinese lanterns ex tending down, down a quarters of a mile into the trees, with the" red glare of the bonfire to light up the merry cargoes^ of much compressed but laughing humanity, as one after the other they dashed with thirtky-mile-an-kour speed down tlie slope with a wish and a crunch and a growl, which is the peculiar and most jolly lan guage of the most captivating of winter sports. Now and again, but rarely, n load would sway wildly from side to side for a moment in its course, the steersman behind would give an unfortunate touch too much to right or left, and presto ! all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not prevent a plunge into the snow or a free- and-easy roll down the slippery path. But no one was hurt, and if there is one thing more than another which tends to make things pleasant on these occasions it is the bon camaradeship engendered by a good upset. Bun Down at the Heels. Fishing; for Sharks A man clad in tbe habiliments of the tramp knocked briskly on the back of a Cincinnati residence on New’ Year’s day, and, bowing low to the gill who made her appearance, said; • “The compliments of the season, fair j maid, and may each recurring New Year—” “Oh, go ’long 1” said the girl, interrupting him. •I am not the only man who lias run down at the heel. ” No, there wore seven ahead of you this morung.” ‘Seeing you keep open house, I presume they were admitted at the front door. But the back door is good enough for me. I am not proud. You will observe I did uot come iu a carriage; but no matter. I am hungry. I Trrmlti like a bite lO Cllt.’*' “We haven’t anything for you.” “Don’t be too sure of that until you know who I am. You probably never heard of people entertaining angels unawares.” “Yes I have; but I don’t believe it.” “Homer was a beggar.” “He never got anything here, my good man. “Cervantes died of hunger.” “He ought to have gone to work.” “Diffenbacker had nineteen trades, and starved to death -with all of them. However, that is neither here nor there.” “Try the boarding house over the way.” “Spencer died in w^nt.” ‘ ‘I know it. He depended on this shebang for his victuals.” “Tasso, Italy’s celebrated poet—” “Oh, I suppose lie was shot.” “He was not; but he was often hard pushed for a nickle. I mention these facts to prepare you for what is coming. I am the individual who first mentioned Grant for a third term.” “We are all solid for John Sherman,” said tlie girl. The man walked slowly to the gate, paused, scratched his head, and turning once more to the female, said : “Wouldn’t you give a future cabinet officer a cold potato ?” “Couldn’t think of it.” “What if the next Minister to the Court of St. James should ask for one ?” “He couldn’t get it.” “Very well. I will not withdraw my good wishes for the new year. I presume you are acting according to instructions. A man who is just entering upon the primrose paths of politics can afford to be magnani mous.” And, kissing his hand to the hard hearted housemaid, he took liis leave. At the head of the harbor, seven miles east of the town of Nantucket, is a place called Wauwinet composed of two rude summer hotels, where splendid fish dinners are served. Several steam and sail yacht3 ply between Nantucket and Wauwinet, making two round trips each day. The fare is 20 cents each way, and the trip is a charming one. At Wauwinet only a bank of sand an eighth of a mile wide separates us from tlie main eastern shore of the island. Here we find a party of sturdy fishermen ready to take us on a sharking expedition. We embark m “dories” and are earned out to larger whale boats anchored a short dis tance from shore. Sail is then hoisted, aud having reached half or tlirec_-quarters of a mile from shore, anchors are dropped and work begins. Large fish hooks a foot long connected by a yard of chain to lines as thick as your little finger and baited with a dozen small percli are thrown into the fil ter, which is here five or six fathoms deep. The bait rests on the bottom and the fisher man holds liis line sufficiently taut to en able him to feel a bite. He does not have to wait long. A violent tugging tells him he has a shark on liis hook. His com panions assist him. and the united efforts of two or three are required to draw the animal’s nose to the gunwale of the boat. Then while some hold him there others be gin a fierce assault with clubs as thick as your wrist. Blow after blow on the nose is kept up until the animal is completely stunned, his tail meanwhile keeping up a fearful lashing, which, if not well protected with oilskin oversuits, wets every one on tlie boat through and through with salt water. Finally his lashings cease, and by tbe united efforts of thewhole party he is hauled over the side into the boat. Though uow perfectly quiescent, it is still dangerous to place one’s hands in too close proximity to his triple row of sharp teeth. These sharks are ugly things, six or seven feet long, and perhaps 500 pounds in weight, without scales, with sharp-pointed tails, white bellies, small eyes and great caver nous mouths. Their teeth pointing inward, arc not used so much for dividing their food as for holding on to it when seized, their teeth acting as barbs, swallowed whole. They are very numer ous and bite freely, insomuch that a party can any day catch one apiece within an hour or two. Brought to land, the honest fisherman first cut out tlicir livers from which cod liver oil is extracted. Their carcases are then buried for a few months until mostly decomposed, when they are dug up for use as fertillizers. tache. ' After which he sprang on me. Compared with hers, liis touch was that of a clumsy brute. He laid on with the wh fie weight of his arm, swept one side of my face with a combined sweep and scratch, which where it did not take off hair did skin, left a few faint scratches behind and cut my chin. Then he drove me to the wash bowl as they always do in France, to cleanse my own countenance of the lather, which he had managed to shove into my ears and hair. I believe it to be a part of a woman’s mission on earth to shave. The French barber shop with all its drawbacks of execution has some attractive novelties. Nice-looking girls often enter and occupy the chair next you, to have their hair ar ranged. It is always the depot for switches, curls and all sorts of false hair. I think the women send their old false hair to the barber’s to be regenerated and refrizzed, because the assistant is always, when not shaving, occupied in brushing these things up, carding them out or curling them anew That Awful Cow. “Give Me That.” Comparative Value of Woods. It is a great convenience to know the comparative value of different kinds of woods for fuel. Shell bark hickory is re garded as the highest standard of our forest trees; and calling that 100, other trees will compare with it* for use as fuel for house purposes as follows: Shellbark hickory, 100; pignut hickory, 92; white oak, 81; white ash, 77; dogwood, 75; scrub oak, 73; white hazel, 72; apple tree, 70; red oak, 67; white beach, 65; black birch, 65; yellow oak, 60; hard maple, 56; wild cherry, 55: yellow pine, 54; chestnut, 52; yellow pop lar, 51: butternut and white birch, 43; white pine, 40. It is worth bearing in mind that in woods of the same species there is a great difference according to the soil on which they grow. A tree that grows on a wet, low r , rich ground will be less solid and less durable for fuel, and therefore of a less value than a tree of the same kind that grows on dry and poor soil. There probably isn’t a woman in North America who isn’t afraid of cows, and there isn’t a cow in North America which would harm one hair of any woman's head if it had the least chance in the world and no other job on band. Recently a stray cow, perhaps from the country for a taste of baled hay found a gate open and entered a yard on Second street, Detroit. The woman came to the front door dressed to go out, but seeing the cow she uttered a scream and hurried back. There wasn’t a thing in the yard for the cow to damage or eat, and be ing tired she raised her cud, lay down and began to chew away-as if she had got home from a long visit to Europe. The woman next appeared at a side window and called upon the cow to “git out.” A dog might have “got,” but the cow didn’t. Then the women threw a rag at the coiv and called for the dog. '1 he dog didn’t come and tlie rag did uot scare. Then the woman shook a pillow at the cow aud per-eixptorily or dered her off the premises, but tbe bovine half closed her eyes and let her thoughts run ahead to fly time. As the cow didn't The food i3 : £°> au d as tbe woman couldn’t go till the cow did, sterner measures were resorted to. A tin pan was held out of the window and beaten with a spoon, but that cow couldn’t be fooled into believing that Fourth of July had come. Then the woman went into the back yard to throw clubs over the fence and knock a couple of horns off. The first one hit the window and the next one banged the blinds on the next house, and the cow’s horn stuck tighter than ever. Cries of “git out!” were again resorted to without effect and then the woman watched at t he front door till she saw a boy come along and she opened it and cried out, “Oh! boy! there’s a horrid cow in our yard' Prop the gate opeu aud get all the boys aud police you can and drive her out and I’ll give you a whole quarter of a dollar. Hurry up for she looks as if she was getting ready to come right in here!” The boy “humped” the dangerous animal out in about thirty seconds, received his pay and the woman gave up going down town for fear she would have a “nervous spell.” Omnibuses were introduced in London from Paris a half a century ago, and the horse railroad from the United States about ten years ago. Tlie first hack hey coaches were introduced in 1625, and for a couple of centuries were regarded as a monopoly. Acts of parliament were passed limiting the number to ply for hire in the whole of Lon don. This limitation lasted till the date of the great Reform Act. The old hackney coach was a two-horse vehicle, and tlie tare was a-shiiling a mile. It was not till 1823 that the one-horse cabrioieL- the familiar iour-wneelerof the London streets, was in troduced, and made way but slowly. The Hansom, the gondola of the streets, as it is called in “Lothair,” was a few years later, and is gradually superseding tlie old four- wheeler, as that superseded the hackney coach. The actual number of cabs now licensed m London is 4014 four-wliceled and 4817 two-wheeled. Railways as a means of inter-communication in London are still new, and are still in course of de velopment. At the time ol the Great Ex-1 out t * ne rut> ^ hibition no railway came farther into Cen- re q U [ re however, tral London than Drummond street, Eu- ’ ston Square on the north, and Bishopsgatc and Fcnchurch street on the East. The North London line had only been opened in the previous year, and it was some years after that the scheme of the Inner Circle, to connect the great termini of the main lines, was sanctioned by a Committee of of the House of Lords. The Met ropolitan Railway gol its act in 185 , but the works were not begun till 1860, and the opening took place in 1863. It was then a broad gauge line from the Great Western to Farrington street; it was altered to a narrow guage line before Londoners had found out the wonderful facilities it provided for them. “Driver,” I cried, “be so kind as to stop until these ladies get on board. “ He was kind enough to do bo. On marched the enraged three. The face of two showed indignation, the face of the umbrella one showed vengeance. “You think you’re smart, don’t you?” she snapped out at me as soon as she got her breath. 1 modestly confessed that such was the case. ‘Do you think I’m going to run all over town after a car and then pay for it?” I wouldn’t if I were you—it’s too hot, ” I replied. I won’t have any of your impudence, I’ll report you to the company, my man, see if I don’t.” Madam,” said I, “it won’t cost you a cent more to sit inside the car than to stand on the platform, and you must admit it would be more dignified.” “There’s your fifteen cents,” she cried, “and don't you talk back to me.” Willing to appease the woman I walked the length of the car and put the fare in the box. “Let me off at Lincoln avenue,” she called out to the driver. “This car don’t go to Lincoln avenue. This is a Woodward avenue car.” “What!” she cried, “isn’t this a Grand River car?” “No ma’am,” said tbe driver. “Any ohe can tell a Grand River car from a Woodward car, aud the other cars have conductors.” That conductor took my money and I want it back—stop this car.” “Madame,” said I, “I put the money in “Give me that fifteen cents.” “I say that ” “Give me that fifteen cents.” “Why, I ” Tlie Woman Barber of St. Cloud. I entered the barber shop nearest the foot of the little hill at St. Cloud, France, and found the assistant engaged in shaving a captain of the 130th. This was easily ap parent, because the number “130” was on his cap, his collar, his sword-belt and sev eral other prominent places. The head barber was absent. His wife entered from an inner apartment, and invited me to take a seat in the barber's chair. I did so, not apprehending anything extraordinary. A French barber’s chair is straight-backed without cushion, and behind is a hard wooden crutch to lay your head in. It sug gests a combination of guillotine and ga rotte. The woman then tucked a towel un der my chin. This aroused me. I won dered if it could be possible. I began to suspect that she meant business. I saw coming possibilities. Because in France women are, to a great extent, real help mates of their husbands. If grocer, the grocer’s wife keeps the books, and takes the change; if butcher, the butcher’s wife can slice off a cutlet as quickly as her husband; if baker, the woman is always at the coun it will be of interest of the reader to learn that, according to Bessemer's statement his knowledge of iron metallurgy was at that time very limited, so that he had to get up the whole of the subject. He is now, how ever, of the opinion, that liis ignorance proved of great advantage to him, as he had very little to unlearn and could thus approach-tlie subject free from the bias in separable from those who have followed a beaten track and vainly endeavored to get These words of Bessemer to be carefully consider ed. He does not imply that a state of ig norance would enable him to invent, as many schemers imagine, who put forth crude ideas, which are crushed by practical men. He sat to work to learn the whole business thoroughly, first from books and then in the foundries. Still it will be seen that here is a man well on in the world, who set himself to hard learning while many of us think we can do very well without learning at all, or without learning any more. To the public who thus get de tails at first hand, it is also of interest to know that having built a small experimental iron works in St. Pancrap, and begun his preliminary trials, months rolled on, and he spared neither labor nor money, but made failure after failure. To the wise man, however, failure i9 a way of learning, aud failures are carefully recorded: 1. Be cause they show us, through narrowing the field, in what way we must try, and, 2. Because they, in themselves, often suggest some further experiment. Bessemer, in deed, says that during his long time of fail ure lie was accumulating many important facts which could not but ultimately be of advantage to lnm. How an Owl’s Head Revolves. Neville’s Cross. About a mile to the west of the Cathedral of Durham is a spot close ly connected with its history, and memorable in the annals of Eng- England. Here, on October 17, in the year 1346, was fought the battle of Neville's Cross. The victory of Cressy had been won a few months previously, but as Ed ward and the flower of the English army were yet in France, the King of Scotland deemed that his opportunity x was come, and that the northern provinces were de fenseless. Gathering together an army of some 40,000 men he swept over the borders, devastating all the land before him. The chief among his nobles accompanied him ; the most sacred relic in Scotland was pres ent in the host to encourage the troops on the battlefield. This was the “Black Rood,” a crucifix of blackened silver, de livered so mysteriously to David I., on that spot between the town of Edinburgh and crags of Arthur's Seat, where afterwards the Abbey of Holyrood was reared to its honor. But though the King of England was over the sea, his Queen Philippa was in England, and did not shrink from the danger. An army was assembled, to which the palatinate sent its contingent, and was placed under the command of Earl Neville. The invaders drew near to the walls of Durham; the English troops, considerably their inferiors in number, awaited their approach. Tlie Bishop of Durham was present at the head of his men, and there was also an “Ark of God” in the English camp; for the Prior, in obedience to a vision, had brought from the cathedral one of its choicest treasures, “the holy corporax cloth wherewith St. Cuthbert covered the chalice when he used to say mass.” This was attached to the point of a spear and displayed on the Red Hills in sight of tlie army. From the cathedral tower the monks beheld the battlefield, and prayed for the victory of the defenders of their saint. From nine till noon the con flict lasted; the Euglisli archers with their cloth-yard shafts, the Scotchmen with their Lochaber axes, smote down many a man on either side; but at last the watchers on the tower turned from prayer to praise, for the Scottish host wavered and broke, and the Black Rood proved less potent than the banner of St. Cuthbert. It was a dark day for Scotland. The slain numbered 15,000, the king was wounded and a prisoner, many of his nobles killed or taken, and the Black Rood was the prize of the conquer ors. Once before it had been for a while in English hands, but this time it was lost to Scotland forever. Henceforth it was numbered amongst the treasures which were collected together in the Nine Altars Chapel. After the battle the “corporax cloth” was attached to a velvet banner, and was aftei wards present with the king’s host on many occasions. The Herring. ! Nine miles from Walla Walla, Oregon, • is situated a colony of Davisite Mormons, i They call their organization the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth. They believe that j spirits return and take upon themselves new ! bodies, and that the spirit of Jesus Christ, i John the Ilevelator, John the Baptist, St. j Peter, and about halt the other old apostles, i King David, Moses the lawgiver, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, have returned, been born over again, and that they now have those sacred children in that colony, and are only waiting, for them to grow up, when they shall conquer the whole world. They have a sacred corral in which those children usually play, which none can enter with out taking off their shoes. Davis has a daughter about nine years of age, who, it is claimed, i3 the great external mother of spirits. She is the motor of her father’s spirit—in fact, of all spirits—and is to be mated by her father to her brother in the flesh, who is the great father of spirits. Davis claims to have power over life and death, that he and all who believe faithfully in his doctrines may live as long as they please. Nevertheless, his wife, the mother of Jesus, died last spring, and Davis was complaining of ill health when we saw' him last. The child Jesus is red- haired and w T ears it long, and is slightly freckled in the face, has a long aquiline nose, a clear, blue eye and a pleasant ex pression. Members of this colony never shave or cut their hair and seldom ever comb it. The Gentiles have nick-named them “the barber killers.” They hold their property in common, but Davis holds the deeds, titles, etc. Most of them say that communism is an impossibility, and they would gladly get out of it if they could do so satisfactorily, wiiich they can not do. They do not believe in marriage. They argue that Jesus was neither married nor given in marriage, but was as the angels in heaven, and that in the Lord's Prayer, Jesus prayed, “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done ou earth as it is in heaven.” And now that his kingdom has come and his will is done on earth as it is in heaven, they are married no more, but mated by Davis to suit himself. Davis claims to be the Holy Ghost, the true rep resentative of tlie eternal father of spirits, the standard ot Israel, and commander-in- chief of heaven and earth. In a pamphlet published by liim he says* “It is God’s will that you do my will forever and ever.” Davis is a Welshman, and the remainder are English, Irish, Scotch, Scandinavians, Canadians, and a few backwoods Ameri cans. When gal licred together for service they would remind one of Mark Twain’s unprejudiced jury. When we left the camp of Israel young John the reve- lator was trying to lasso some young ducks. St. Peter and John the Baptist were riding around on their stick horses mocking the ducks with their quack, quack, quack, while King David and Moses were making some mud marbles. A contributer to the xVmerican Naturalist who had read a funny story about an owl’s; wringing his own neck by looking at a man who was walking around him, tested the matter by an experiment. He obtained a ; fine specimen and placed him on top of a post. “It"was not difficult, ” says the writer, “to secure his attention, for he never di- j verted his gaze from me while I was in his ! presence. I began walking rapidly around j the post a few feet from it, keeping my | eyes fixed upon him all the while. His body remained motionless, but his head turned exactly with my movements. When j ler; if in almost any description of retail I J was half way round his head was direct!}-: trade, the wife is as conversanc with the business as her husband. Sometimes they are on fete days conductors of extra omni busses. Y’et, thus far, I had never seen a woman barber. But she lost no time. Her hand was on the lather brush, and the lather brush was on my face, and she lathered me. She lathered me "with neatness, taste and dispatch. She strapped her razor with true professional dexterity, gave it a wipe or two on the palm of her hand and the regular barber flourish preparatory to the shave. This was business. I did not wish to ap pear amazed or surprised. Still, I desired to know if this was really the custom in St. Cloud. So 1 kept the corner of one eye diligently upon her. But everything went on as usual in the little town. The red- legged captain of the 130th barely looked at me. The soap-suds flowed with a noisy murmur down the steep narrow street, peo ple tramped by indifferently and no crowd gathered at the door. “It is well,” 1 thought, “at least I am no spectacle for the curious.” Sl*p applied the razor with a firm, delicate manipulation. It was a sharp razor. A sharp razor is not an every day occurrence in France. Often have I emerged from the Gallic barber’s door. behind. Three-quarters of a circle were completed and still the same twist of the | neck and the same stare followed me. One j circle and no change. On I went, twice 1 round, and still that watchful stare and' steady turn of the head. On I went, tliiee j times round, and I began really to wonder j why the head did not drop off. when all at j once I discovered what I failed to notice be- j fore. When 1 reached half-way round i from the front, which was as far as he, could turn his head to follow’ my movements j with comfort, he whisked it back through ] the whole circle so instantaneously and; brought it facing me again with such pre cision that I failed to detect the movement! although I was looking intently all the time. I 1 repeated the experiment many times after- j ward to watch carefully to detect the move- j ment of the readjustment of his gaze.” The herring, though a small fish, is com mercially attractive enough to often find its own prospects of peace and longevity seri ously endangered. Its diminutive size causes it to suffer more from finny enemies than either the cod or the mackerel, and its spawning capacity is comparatively fee ble—a mere trifle of thirty thousand eggs, which the mackerel exceeds by fifteen or twenty times, and the cod by a hundred or more. And yet there seems no limit to the quantity of herring. Were the demand many times as great as it is, it could easily be supplied from this side of the ocean. This is doubtless due in great measure to the peculiar security enjoyed by the spawn and the young. Instead of floating, orifice downward, like the eggs of most other fish, herring spawn sinks to the bottom, the ori fices of the egg being upward, and as it is deposited in deep water, there are but few fisli that interfere with it. The young, finding no loving parent near to guide their youthful steps, sensibly remaiu close to their birthplace, feeding upon diatoms and smaller Crustacea, until they grow old enough to venture abroad. Migratory only to a limited extent, it is probable that the herring changes its base only on account of annoyance from larger fish. They are caught inshore by many varieties of seines and pounds, and the hook has occasionally been tried upon them by self-sufficient city youths, urged thereto by the sea ahore boys, who wished to remove the conceit from the ir visitors. To attempt to lure with hook and line a fish which cannot bite, but lives wholly by suction, and to spend long hours at the attempt, under the stimu lus of some wonderful story about liow many some other city youth caught in the same way, is very stimulative ol one’s memory of the imprecatory psalms and of other Scripture as misquoted by the wicked. The herring, like the other fish named, in habits cold water, the line of Long Island sound being the southern boundary, w'hile it is far to the nerth that it must be sought in quantity. The secret of the selection of particular localities for fish homes seems explained by an examination of the course of the great arctic current. This body of cold water, starting from the Spitzbc-rgen seas, flows westerly until it strikes the Greenland coast, when it changes its course to the southward, and carries great masses of cold water into localities the latitude of which leads one to look for a high temper ature in the water. It is a branch of this current that enables the cod to live and multiply about Block Island and Nantucket Slioals, in water at 40 deg., while further north bathers luxuriate in water at 70 deg. The same current forces its way into the Gulf of St. Lawrence, which is the most profitable fishing ground in the world, and probably has something to do with the phe nomenal tides of the Bay of Fundy. This current brings not only cold water, but food for the fish. This food consists of diatoms and other minute forms of vegetable and animal life. Coming into existence in a latitude higher than that of the fish that devour it, this food is swept southward by the great arctic current, and wherever it is found the waters are almost alive with fish. Professor Hind says that although the sea off Canada and the United States appears abundant in life, it is nevertheless almost a desert compared with the north seas, par ticularly on the Labrador and Greenland coasts. There the ocean at times seems to be thick with fisli and to such an extent that duriDg a single night the temperature of the water will be materially influenced by animal life. How the Prince of Wales lost liis Supper The “British Goat Society” whose object is the extension and encouragement of goat-keeping and the improvement of the breed of the milch goat, i3 one of the most recent organizations. It proposes, among ocher things to supply goats to villagers, to be paid for in instalments; to counteract the prejudices against the use of goat’s milk, and to increase the size and “milk ing capabilities” of the goat. The hono rary secretary, a Mr. Pegler, laments that while great success has attended the efforts of other live-stock societies, “the goat lias never yet had the advantage of scientific selection such as lias been bestowed on short-horrts” aud other breeds. “Few he- goats arc kept, and owners of goats have a difficulty in mating their females. An abundant yield of nnlk is, like other quali ties, hereditary, and in order to be trans mitted to the offspring with any degree of certainty, it should be a characteristic in the blood of both parents, and traceable to, at least, two generations on both sides. If, then, a goat descended from good milking families be, for want of better, crossed with a common animal not possessing the same qualifications, this valuable feature, if not altogether lost, is very much reduced, and in the next generation, perhaps, en tirely annihilated. Stable keepers and others would be recommended by the society to keep male goats, and a stud book should be started in which the names and pedigree of all such animals would be en tered. A herd book should be kept in which goats bred from the sires in question w T ould be registered so that there should be no dispute with respect to pedigree.” In cases of consumptive adults, and of infants deprived of their natural food, goat’s milk had great medical value. Physicians would prescribe it oftener, if it could easily be procured. Iu a word, it was of prime im portance that goats should be encouraged. Tlie Wonders of Raccarat. “Count ’Em. 1 ' While a bootblack was the other day giving a stranger a shine at the corner of Griswold and Congress streets, he was asked the nature of the soil around De troit. “You jist wate a minit and I’ll tell bloody and battle-scai red. Something ovi r ve,” replied the boy, and he shouted a pint of blood have I in this manner already “Jim!” “Jim!’’ to a small boy down the left on French soil. What the French bar- street. ^ ber’s blade lacks in keenness of edge, he j Jim came upon the scene with two of “Give me that—” and here her umbrella makes up in muscle. She shaved me well, the dirtiest feet a youngster ever sloshed came so violently in contact with my hat I Her execution was more agreeable than j aroynd with, and the other said: that I missed the rest of the sentence.' • that of the male barber. Still the sensation | “Here, Jim, stock yer hoofs out here. “Give me that •” j and experience were curious. 1 regretted | This ’ere gent wants to know what kind To the ordinary purchaser, oak is oak, and j “Certainly, madam, here is twenty-five; that she did not finish me. This was be- ; of a sile we ve got around here, and you pine is pine, but for house use the tree 1 never mind the change. You might miss cause the barber’s assistant had polished off j hold still and let him count the differ- grown on dry upland, a d standing apart j the next car.” j the captain of the 130th, pomatumed his j ent layers while I m blacking his ether from all others, is worth a great deal more. ' We never met again. \ soap-lock and waxed his war-like mous- 1 butc!” At a ball given recently in honor of the Prince of Wales a small table in an alcove was reserved at supper for liis Royal High ness and his intimates. The ball was at its height; the Prince led one of his partners to the table, followed by some of the most distinguished guests. Two chairs, how ever, remained unoccupied. A heated par- sqp, supporting a still more heated partner, descried the vacant places and immediate ly swooped down upon them. In vain the courtiers nodded, winked and beckoned; his reverence meant supper, and was not to be denied. At last Lord Charles Beres- ford, always fertile in resources, dropped on his knees, and crawling under the table pulled the parson by the leg. It was ot no avail; the revered gentleman merely kicked out, and continued his attack on the good things intended for royalty. The wonders of baccarat are without end. There is a story about two young gentlemen, whom we will call X. and Z., now going the rounds of the clubs. X. had ill luck, terrible ill luck, one night at his club; he lost and lost, lie borrowed from the cashier of his club, and borrowed 60 loui3 from Z. It was impossible to change his luck, so he went to recruit in the provinces. Five days passed and Z. heard nothing of X., so he went to his rooms. Monsieur had not re turned ; he bad gone out early in the morn ing and had not returned since, said the concierge. “Perhaps lie has ^one to my room,” thought Z.; “what a foil I was to go out.” So Z. hurried back to his room, but bis concierge had seen nothing of X. “Oh, 1 shall see him to-morrow,” said Z. to himself. To-morrow passed affd X. did not come. Z, then wrote a letter, saying that he had a pressing need of the sixty louis that he had the pleasure of lending X. some days ago, and that he would be at home the next day until 7 o’clock, He remained at home until 8, but X. did not appear. Z. then went on to the boulevard, and, as he was passing in front of one of the gilded dining places of the luxurious and wordly minded, he saw X. and another gentleman seated at a table loaded with sumptuous meats. Z. tapped at the window, nodded to X., and passed on. In the course of the evening Z, received a note from X. “I was led into a trap by my noble friend, in whom I had hoped to find a savior. After dinner he ordered cigars at 2 fr., 50 c., each, but when the bill came he begged me to oblige him by paying it, for he had left his purse in the same place that I had left mine, at the club. I had not a sou, but I knew the chasseur of the house; he went out and bought me a newspaper at the Kiosque, into which he slipped two hundred-franc notes. When I paid the bill I had sixty francs left. With this stock in trade I went to a claquedents (suspicious sort of a club), where I had been introduced by my friend. If fortune favors me you will hear from me to-mor row.” The curious thing is that the next day Z. received his sixty louis; the cashier of the club was paid, and the chasseur at the cafe received liis bank notes back, with a pourboire that doubled them. • —Total coinage in December, 6,078,- 000 valued at $8,870,000- The Element of Success. There often comes before my mind the picture of a room spacious and luxuriously furnished, while the flashings of a bright wood fire flickering over shelves of books lighted up their so nbrene35 as if some oE the brilliant thoughts within had escaped, and were illuminating them. In this room in which I, a child of fourteen, sat unnotic ed upon a footstool by the fire, with an open book in my hand, there were standing an old man and a young one. The old man, and he looked then to me much older than he was, had hair long since gray and fast whitening. I loved his face then, and have learned since to love it still better, for it was a very noble face. He was great in character and reputation. He had won fame and fortune. He stood fore most in a profession in which were skillful and daring competitors. For half an hour these two had been talking earnestly together, for the younger wa3 entering upon the same path which the other had trodden so prosperously, and had come to him, showing the steps already taken, and hoping to learn the secret by which success is attained. This I can see in retrospect for at the tiiiie I scarcely listened to what was said un til the visitor had risen to go. Then, as they both stood, he asked a question so eagerly that I caught something of his ex citement, and looked up, and listened breathlessly to every word that followed. I can recall the conversation as if I were listening now. “And after I have worked at it sir,” he said, “what shall I do in order to succeed?” “Work,” replied the other. “Yes, I know; but alter I have work ed?” "■ “Work,” reiterated the elder. “Yes, yes, sir, but after I have worked, and worked hard?” “Work,” said the old man agaiu, with a measuring look at his companion, “work.” “And what more is necessary?” return ed the youth, a little impatiently, ‘ ‘Ah! yes. One thing more—work. ” “Nothing else?” The successful man looked at him with a slow 7 smile. “That is a great deal.” he said. “I know of nothing else necessary for you to do,” he added. “The rest will fol low. Work is the engine that draws the car of success.” “But oac may work, and not succeed?'’ queried the other with a cloud on his brow. “Very true. The engine may go off without the car, if you have not the good sense to couple two things framed to go to gether, But the reverse never happens. You may be sure that the car will not stir without the engine. Good evening my friend, as the young man moved towards the door; “you have a fair day before you if you know how to spend it.” The young man worked, and is now ris ing to the eminence gained by his aged friend. “If a man would succeed in painting,’’ said Sir Joshua Reynolds, “he must be at his work early and late; he will find it no easy task, but on the contrary, very hard labor. A Hard Fight. While Wm. P. Neeld, of Hillsboro coun ty, Florida, was walking in the woods re cently, he heard the roar of an alligator and the scream of a lady. He ran out to the highway, and saw a nine-foot saurian, raised on its legs, muttering at a lady and her children. The reptile stood where the road crossed a small drain which ran from a lake into the Gulf of Mexico. Having no weapon but a pocket-knife. Mr. Neeld provided himself with a stick three feet long, and as thick as his wrist. On his approach the alligator showed fight. He flanked it, so as to avoid a blow from its tail, and struck it a blow over the eyes. The reptile closed its eyes, and Mr. Neeld drove the blade of his knife just behind its fore leg. It was a tender place. Tlie al ligator began to thrash with it3 fail. The man gave it another lick over the head, and followed the licks with half a dozen stabs. The reptile was then so far gone that he had no difficulty in cutting its throat. Mr. Neeld then accompanied the lady home. He returned within half an hour, and found the saurian in nearly as good trim as ever. 11i3 former treatment was repeated until the reptile gave up the ghost. Mr. Neeld cut off the head as a trophy. In severing the muscles of the neck, convul sions of the muscles of the whole body would take place. This made the alligator appear alive. He would move off, throw- up his tail, and roll over and over: yet there was no absolute danger. What a Bane Ball Club Costs. Few outside of the base ball interests have even a faint idea of the amount of capital necessary to support a nine during a season or who it is that furnishes this capital. A person who has followed the profession and is supposed^ know whereof he speaks, es timates that the expenses of such clubs as the Boston and Hartford at $1,000 per man for the six months for which he is engaged. This includes salary, hotel bills and railroad fare. Three years ago, when the salaries were at the highest point, the captains of at least four nines received not les3 than $2,500 for the season, and more than one was retained at a higher figure. Tbe pitchers and catchers received from $1,500 to $2,000, and the field men averaged from $1,200 to $1,500. Last year there was a general cutting down all around and there was a slight reduction this season, the best players’ salaries not exceeding, with but one or two exceptions, $2,000. The League Association recently met in Providence to arrange a permanent schedule of salarie for League professional players. Thi schedule includes four classes of players viz , catchers, who will receive $1,200 pitchers, $1,000; first baseman, $700; sec ond baseman, $800; third baseman, $900 short fielders, $700; outfielders, $600; sub stitutes, $500. {Salaries will, not be paid in advance, as heretofore, and the League clubs are pledged to pay no higher salaries than the League schedule. Beady Maxims. A few days ago a boy about eight years old was slowly walking down Cass avenue. Detroit. A boy about ten was hiding at the corner of Bagg street to catch and thump him. A third boy, two years older, was going up the street. “Revenge is sweet!” muttered the boy behind the fence as he peered out. “.Speed is a great desideratum!” observ ed the small boy as. he saw tne trap and started on a run. “To the victor belongs the spoils!’’chuck led the third as he picked up an bat and a football and made for an alley. “Noticing succeeds like success,” re marked the small boy as he gained his back door yard. “Put off 'till to-morrow what you can not do to-day,” reflected the second as he slowly sauntered back. “No path can lead straight on.” sighed the big boy as be dropped the plunder and crawled through a fence at sight of a policeman coming up the alley.