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XXII.
A JINGLE OF JOY.
Ain’t this life we’re livin’ blest?
Honey in your mouth!
Green corn in the winsome west,
Melons in the south!
Oh, believers,
Hear the bugle’s call,
Green corn in the summer time,
Punk!ni in the fa 1 11
Ain’t this life we’re livin’ jest
Brimmin’ full o’ joys?
Fiddles goin’ south au’ west,
Swing your sweethearts, boy
Oh, believers.
Hear the bugle s call.
Melons in the summertime.
Punkins in the fall.
—F. L. Stanton,in Chicago Times Hera Id
THE GHOST’S EYES.
Mrs. Robert Livingstone was a
woman of superb dignity . Yet any
one of her city friends would scarce¬
ly have recognized her in the rather
clumsy figure running and siumbling
up tlie rough canon road that led
from the lower bean field to the
ranch house. Her black skirts were
not held up, but allowed to trail a
little and catch the fine dust and
tar weed stain as she hurried on.
Nothing of trifling importance could
have forced Mary Livingstone thus
far to forget her elegant self, even
alone in a canon.
The fog was coining up from the
sea and slowly closing in and deepen¬
ing the shadows of the gorgo. It
was already late twilight, and the
loneliness and gloom of tlie place tor¬
tured her over tense nerves. A little
owl flew with a shrill scream over
her head, and she screamed with it.
A belated ground squirrel rustled in
the underbrush up the bank, and
she felt that all the terrors of the
jungle were upon her.
A sharp turn in the frail brought
her at last in view of the house and
the welcome glimmer of a light gave
her a little courage. She quickened
her steps stiTl* more in her eagerness,
forgetting tluifc.->he canon stream
crossed the road* at* the bend, and,
missing the board, she stepped in an¬
kle deep. Even this she scarcely
noticed, but splashed on over the
slippery stones, ft was only when
she reached the gate, breathless and
disheveled, that she seemed to be
able to think.
”1 can’t let Allen see me in this
plight,” siie said to hersef. ‘‘He
would ask all manner of questions
and not be put off, and I could not
tell him that. Oh, no, no!” But
just then a slight, youthful figure ap¬
peared at the veranda steps, stand¬
ing on crutches.
‘ What makes you so awfully late,
mother?” lie called out to her. “1
.thought you never wculd get here,”
and the thin, complaining voice was
even a little more impatient than
usual. ‘‘Sing is on one of his worst
rampages and is mad as hops because
dinner.is lute. I was even afraid to
ask him to light the lamp and I’ve
been sitting out here in the dark for
ages. If there’s a dish left out there
it won’t bo his fault. Listen to that •
and just then a tin pan seemed
to go spinning across the kitchen.
“I am very sorry, my dear,” said
Mrs Livingston, quietly? “but I was
detained bv the engineer. He says
the thresher engine is broken, and
lie must go to Seco Grande to-m<Sr-
row for repairs Some of the men
were lobe paid off. and i lmd their
accountsto look over. I will be glad
when vour father gets home, liar-
vesting is too important a time for
me to bo left alone. Poor Allie.
What a forlorn tiirfe vou’vo had '
Co.ne in and we’ll maim up for it,”
and she preceded him into the dark
little parlor.
• Quickly lighting tho lamp, dear,’ she
said “Turn it up more, after
it has burned a little, and tell Sing
to have dinner in five minutes. I ll
be right out, ” and she hurried to her
room, leaving her son wondering
vaguelv that his mother’s hand
should tremble as she held the match,
and secretly wishing she had not left
him to face the irate Sing alone.
Mien Livingstone was 17, but long
accustomed to having 'was every wind
tempered for him, he naturally
timid and not a little spoiled. Mrs.
yearnTng Livingston lavished upon him that
and tenderness that a
hopelessly crippled child calls forth
from a mother’s pity. He was at
once her idol and her sorrow and his
slightest wish was law.
Dinner at the ranch house was
even more quiet than usual that even-
lug. Mrs. Livingstone appeared tired
ami preoccupied, while Allen fretted
childishly over the rather warmed up
flavor of things on the table.
The offending Chinese came and
-
went in sullen routine. After the
coffee, Mrs. Livingstone put her arm
lovingly over her son's shoulders and
they went out to the parlor thus.
'd have a lovely scheme, dearest,”
she said. “Vk hile father is away 1
think it would be nice for you to
come over and sleep in your old
room adjoining mine. It will be more
sociable and we can play we are both
young again. M hat do you think ?
“I don’t mind it, saidAllen.inJi?-
ferently, lighting a delicate cigarita.
The house was one of those primi-
tive Spanish structures, built of
adobe,one story and three sides facing
an open square—very pleasant an t
artistic with the deep verandas, vine-
covered and cool, and the little court
always full of flowers and sunshine,
but not so convenient and practical
for evervday comforts as some more
modern plans for homes. The main
part of the house is taken up by the
living rooms, leaving the sleeping
rooms in the wings and far sepa-
r»Ud>
The Toccoa
It had been a trying time for Mrs
Livingstone, when her husband bad
ms isted that Allen should give up
his little bedroom next to theirs
which he had always occupied, and
Tonger < r o across the court. The boy was no
a baby, he said, and he had
always needed that room for his own
private use. He wanted a place for
his desk and books and the big safe
which held the family valuables and
often considerable sums of gold and
silver as he preferred to pay his men
in coin rather than by check in the
u«ual way.
But bis wife had never been recon-
ciled to having her delicate child out
of the sound of her voice at night,
and many a time had she stolen out
in the darkness to listen at his win-
,low to see that her dailing was
sleeping well, and to indulge in a
long moment of adoring worship, as
she strained her eyes to see the pale
faee on the pillow. “I will go
around the veranda now, dear,” she
said, as Allen smoked, “and bring
your things for the night. The couch
is very comfortable, and it will be
lovely to have you back.”
The chill air struck her unpleas-
antly as she opened the door, She
shuddered a little and drew her shawl
closer.
“What a fog!” she exclaimed.
“The beans, will be again delayed.
It’s worse than the conflict of hay¬
making and showers in New Eng¬
land.”
Coming out of her son’s room a few
moments later, with her arms full of
iiis clothing she was startled by a
slight noise across the court. It
seemed like some heavy thing drop¬
ping with less sound than its weight
would suggest. In the misty dark¬
ness she could see nothing.
Mary Livingstone was known far
and near as a woman of unbounded
courage and self reliance. During
her husband’s frequent business
trips to San Francisco she stayed and
ruled the little kingdom like a queen.
Not a man on the ranch but was glad
when Mrs. Livingstone was boss.
The house in the canon was her cas¬
tle, where she and Allen, with the
faithful Sing, abode in security which
none dared to molest. If anyone
had told her a week ago that this
night she would be a haunted crea¬
ture, trembling and unstrung, tor¬
mented by an evil presentiment and
dreading she knew not what, she
would have laughed the prophet to
scorn.
The parlor door had been left a lit¬
tle ajar, and she pushed through it
and on to her own apartment.
“Please shut the door, Allie. My
hands are full f I'll be ready for you
soon. ”
Drawing the shades, she set reso¬
lutely to work about making her son’s
room comfortable for the night. She
dared not think, or she felt that she
would scream from sheer nervous-
ness.
Tho dainty silver toilet articles,
which were his pride, she arranged
on the broad desk, and soon had the
low lounging couch transformed into
an inviting bed, with even a hot water
bag tucked in at the foot, She
took from her closet shelf his lit¬
tle toy like night lamp, which had
been one of his childish idols, and
j ligiited it, and, after one or two little
final touches here and there, she
j called him.
1 * lime smal1 bo / s wei ' e aslee P-
j kock tbe fronfc door ’ (1ear ' aml come :
' 1 have^such a funny story to read
to you."
Allen hobbled in a slight.frown t , on
; his delicate face at being babyed, ancl
j surveyed the little room,
.“ Ifc s a * cobl asa bar n here ’
8aiJ - U hafc mftkf ' 3 it f so cold. I
(lon t wanfc to §° to bed yet.
“Oh, yes, you do. Its getting
j late. You II soon be nice and com-
j | fort able warmed. in your ’ old nest. You will
>t
j “Oh, well, I suppose there s noth-
' in ;g else to do,” he complained,
j “Where’s “J 11 be the story?” lfc bt wb
I S m r, q l 10 '7’
Y 011 re getting ready, 3 and 1 r3 - - . 1 '“
ingst'one settled herself by her lamp
to reatb
ln less tbai , * , bal ,, f an , bour sbe ,
quietly peeped in to find her boy last
asleep. She wanted to stoop and
ki3s tbe white forehead but she de-
j nied herself lest she waken him.
I Nearly closing the door she walked
| restlessly about her room a few mo-
,nents - aimlessly touching this and
looking at that.
She took her account book out of
j down tho draggled dress looked she had worn
the canon and it over a
J little, soon putting it aside. She
I tried to read, but the words followed
each other under her eyes in an un-
known tongue. She took up her
I j Bible, word and of even that seemed to hold
no peace.
| Something as people in great peril
go over their past life, she fell to
i thinking of hers, but she was soon
I brought back face to face with the
; present. The thought that she wa>
struggling so to keep in abe) ance at
last seemed to break its bounds and
fill her soul with an irresistible fas-
cination : she dwelt upon it and did
not try to put it aside.
three nights ago, at midnight, sue
had awakened suddenly, being con-
sciousof a noxious presence near, and
j slowly there had grown from it two
. dark, glittering e) es close to her own,
which held hergaze with terrible in-
tentness. The evening in the canon
they had been there before her all
the way, and she had almost sue-
cumbed to their terror. I or the first
time she had noticed that the brows
and corners of the eyes h a< ^ b een
slightly upturned, like the -1°^°'
liau. What did it all mean? lhe
end was not yet. W hat would it be?
These thoughts seemed to enthrall
her.
It was nearly 11 o'clock, Would
it come to-night? Outside, the
night was so deathly still, and so
TOCCO N, GA,. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 1895.
lonely \\ by didn’t the wind blow !
Anything that would break the spell
upon her.
She turned the light down, and
threw herself wearily on the bed as
she was
With the first stroke of the clock
at midnight she woke from a troubled
sleep. In a moment she became
distinctly conscious of a smoky odor,
the unmistakable scentof a Chinese’s
clothing. A slight noise on the
floor caused her to sit up quickly. A
man’s head and shoulders were
One slowly emerging from under the bed.
sickening moment she wavered,
then sprang out upon him, holding
him down for an instant; but he
turned, and there glared up at her
those same eyes -the fiend like eyes
of her vision, and the man was
Sing.
She grappled with him in super-
human strength, how man) desper-
ale, struggling moments she never
knew. It seemed an eternity Not
a word was uttered. She saw that
his superior strength must gain in
the en 1. He constantly tried to
reach for a knife, which evidently
was caught in some way, for he failed
to get it in his hand.
At last, Allen heard the noise and
appeared at the door, almost faint¬
ing with fright.
His mother spelled out to him
“G-e-t t-h-e a-x q-u-i-c-k,” then
added: “Goto bed, child.”
The boy had presence of mind to
go around, as there were many locked
doors in the way through the house
The Chinese, afraid of some out¬
side assistance, began to beg.
‘‘Me catchee money—me no kill.
You gib key—me no kill. You no
gib, me allee same killee you, killee
Allie, too. You gib key. ”
Mrs. Livingstone said nothing, and
in an incredibly short time for him,
Allen came in. panting and dragging
the gleaming ax.
The fiend saw it and became like a
madman. He shrieked and bit at
the strong white wrists that held
him like a vise. He foamed at the
moutli in his fit of rage and fear.
“Allen,” she said, “get the trunk
rope in the closet—be quick.”
After an almost hopeless struggle
and a little weak help from her son,
she managed to tie one hand, then
both together, and had Allen make
the other end fast to the bedstead.
The rope was old, and if it gave
way they were lost, for it was the
only tiling of the kind available.
Her knees were still on his chest.
11 Allen,” she commanded, “go
from this room and shut your door
tight after you.”
He was almost stupefied, but
obeyed blindly. In another instant
he heard an awful blow and a short
shuffling round, then a long moment
of silence, but he dared not goin
again.
Presently his mother appeared
holding her wounded hand, She
looked to him in the dim light like
an old woman. Her face was ashen
and drawn, and her dark hair had
turned almost snow white. He looked
at her mutely.
“ My dear,” she said, slowly.
“ God knows it was the only way.
He gave me the power to save us, or
you and I, Allen, would this moment
have been in the traitor’s place.”
She gave an involuntary shudder,
but turned and locked the door on
the ghastly scene.
Taking some antiseptic solution
a he bathed her hand thoroughly and
! bound it with some of Allen’s hand-
j kerc hiefs. She then sipped a small
I i g] ags 0 f whisky’and w’ater and lay
down beside her son. So the long
night wore away.
There have been few changes in
Seco Valley. The lima beans grow
j on th e broad, sunny lowlands, are
j harvested and grow 7 again. The can-
on brook st ill sings its love song to
the blossoming hillsides. The owls
anc [ ln ocking birds, the squirrels and
the lizards, live as before, but the
vines run rampant over the broad
piazzas of the ranch house in Secc
Canon. Only a few complaining
doves have their home in the low
garret,
When Mr. and Mrs. Robert Living-
s tone returned to live in New York
their friends welcomed them with
open arms. It was hinted that, not
being to the manor born, Mr. Living-
stone had not covered himself with
g l ory or lined his purse with gold in
his ranching scheme; but it was the
change in Mrs. Livingstone that ex-
cited the most comment. The snowy
hair, the restless, hunted expression
and absent manner spoke of some
stupendous change from her old self,
To only one trusted friend did she
! confide the mystery of her life. Every
j j her night two at 12 fierce, o’clock hard there appeared which to
eyes,
would not turn till she was nearly
beside herself with horror,
j Character Reading From Teeth.
Character reading from handwrit-
j n g from shoes, and from the face,
^as now been succeeded bv a char¬
acter reading from the teeth. A
jentjgt asserts that a careful study
I of teeth will reveal the fact that they
j invariably indicate, according to
^eir shape and setting, the tern-
per ament of their possessors. One
^as on j y t 0 note the teeth of one’s
f r i en ds and relatives to verify his
observations on pointed, projecting,
s i 10rt square, tangled, even and
pearly dentures. Those that are long
an( j narrow , we are assured denote
van it y ; those that are long and pro-
j ec ting indicate a grasping disposi-
tion; treachery is shown by the pos-
session of small, white separated
teeth, and inconstancy is revealed
by overlapping teeth.
j
, Vinegar is mentioned in the Egyp-
tian records as a medicine in the
tentn century, B. C.
HOUSE BUILDING.
How Timbers Give Way. Old Styles
of Plumbing, Ventilation.
'.Copyright 1895 by t ie Co-operative Bal d¬
ing Plati Association, X. Y.)
W he never a house that has stood
for many years is finally demolishe l
there are many cries that 11 our fore¬
fathers built better we.” It is un-
doubtedly a fact that there was
greater honesty of construction in
the old days than at present, and
that the materials used were gener-
ally better. The mortar in the old
buildings is so hard that it seems nl-
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most a part of the stone or brick; it
was not made with a plentitude of
sand and a modicum of cement, and
so it has never crumbled under wet
weather, as does the modern mix-
ture. The old bricks were better
burned and seemed more flinty than
porous; the beams were hewn out of
the heart of the tree and were not
slender joints sawed like planks—the
hewn beams having twice the length
of life that sawed timber has, the ax
leaving a glaze on the surface of the
wood, closing the pores.
The essential matter of all receives
far more attention now than ever be¬
fore—that is sanitary condition.
Solidity of masonry and joinery can¬
not take the place of sealed drains,
perfect ventilation, good lighting
and heating. In the old days every
builder was left to his own devices,
with conscience as his sole mentor—
now the most rigid laws prescribe
the things that are essential for health
and safety, and leave tho builder
freedom only to gratify His esthetic
tastes.
In the reception of buildings utility
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’s cur chief object, and to this ten-
ilency we can trace the popularity of
the modern low houses, and would
refer to the design illustrating this
article as a type. A somewhat de-
tailed description is appended.
Width throughout diningroom
md library, 26 feet 6 inches; depth,
including veranda, 45 feet 10 inches.
Heights of stories: Cellar, 7 feet;
irst story, 9 feet.
Exterior materials; Foundations,
•stone to grade and brick above grade;
first story, clapboards; second story
and roof, shingles, floors of balconies
covered with heavy canvas.
Interior finish : Three-coat plaster,
hard white finish; soft wood, flooring
and trim; main staircase, ash: pic¬
ture moldings in principal rooms
and hull.first story ; kitchen and bath-
room wainscoted. All interior wood¬
work grain filled and finished with
hard oil varnish.
Colors all clapboards and spindle
work of balconies, fawn; trim, in¬
cluding water table, corner boards,
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Roof
zasings, cornices, bands, veranda
posts rails, etc., Tuscan yellow; out
side doors, blinds, sashes, stiles and
rails of panels, dark green • brict
woi k painted dark red. Shingling oi
cidt walls and gables, stained senna
roof shingles stained dark brown.
Tliis house may be built as de-
I scribed for *‘2,700, not including
! mantels, range and heater, the esti¬
mate being based on New York prices
for materials and labor, though in
many sections of the country the
: cost would be much less.
! To Prevent Drifting Sands.
Some years ago the Federal Gov-
.,'rnment expended 160,000 in plaht-
ir ,g beach grass along the oeenn side
0 f t h e tip of Cope Cod in an effort to
prevent that driftihg inward of the
beach sands which threatened Prov-
incetown with entire destruction.
But the work was undertaken upon
too small a scale, and the inhabit¬
ants of the ton n did not realize that
the growth of the grass would have
to be fostered, so that most of it has
perished and the advance of the sand
drifts continues. The State of Mas¬
sachusetts has, however, new’ taken
the matter in hand, through its har¬
bor and land commission, and Mr.
Leonard \V. Boss, of Boston, has
been retained as advisory forester.
Mr. Ross proposes to adopt expedi¬
ents similar to those so successfully
began more than a hundred years
ago, to save lands on the shore of the
Bay of Biscay, and expense will not
be spared, for the harbor of Province-
town is the only one that affords shel¬
ter to mariners along many leagues
of stormy coast. His method will be
based upon that by which Nature
itself once defended the point of the
promontory. Her thick plantations
of beach grass were backed by low
forests of pitch pine, which were cut
off for fuel by the early settlers.
These will be renewed and, according
to the Boston Transcript, a nursery
has been already established for the
propagation of the Scotch broom,
Genista scoparia, which, with silver
poplars, white willow's and locusts
and an undergrowth of smaller plants
will be used to form windbreaks. Aus¬
trian and Scotch pines will be tried
and also the marine pine, the alder,
the European white birch, the horn¬
beam, the cockspur thorn and the
tamarix.
World’s Greatest Fountain.
The fountain that the municipality
of Geneva, Switzerland, has recently
established at the entrance of the
port of that city is certainly the larg¬
est fountain that exists upon tho
surface of the globe, since it is no
less than 300 feet in height. It may
be seen from a great distance in
clear weather, detaching itself like a
great white sail flapping through the
effects of the wind.
The city of Geneva possesses a
most complete distribution of water
under pressure, the motive power
for which is obtained from an arti¬
ficial fall established upon the Rhone
at the point of the lake. The water
for domestic purposes and for the
running of certain motors is raised
to a height of 215 feet above the lev¬
el of the lake. For the distribution
of motive force it is raised to a height
of 460 feet. The reservoir is an open
air one, and is situated upon the top
of Bessingers, at a distance of 3
miles from the turbine building. A
very ingenious regulator, invented
by Mr. Turrettini, assures the uni¬
formity of pressure in the piping.
The length of the first pipe line is
about 40 miles, and that of the sec¬
ond about GO. It is with thi3 latter
that tli3 fountain conduit is con¬
nected . The latter is set in play only
on Sundays. It is sometimes set in
operation also on week days, in the
evening. Instead of a single jet of
great height, several are then util¬
ized that do not rise so high. Row¬
er f u [ electric light projectors, placed
, j n a structure near by, brightly il-
]uminate them with their rays of
var j e d colors, which transform
them into a luminous fountain of
the most beautiful aspect.
| Making Glass Eyes.
Tlie processes used in manufactur¬
ing eyes for stuffed animals are far
more simple than those employed in
the manufacture of artificial hu¬
man eyes. The skilled workman is
provided merely with glass stuff of
different colors and a blowpipe such
as is commonly utilized by the glass
blower.
He takes a piece of wire a few
inches long, and with his blowpipe
attaches to one end of it a small
lump of black glass, revolving the
extremity of the wire in the flame of
tlie blowpipe until the bit of black
glass has assumed the form of a
round button. This is the pupil of
the eye that is to be.
Having permitted it to cool, the
workman next takes some transparent
and colorless glass, like window glass,
and manipulates it by means of the
blowpipe, in the flame of which he
causes the button to revolve. Thus
is formed about the little black but¬
ton a larger button of clear glass,
which is destined to represent the iris
or colored part of the eye surround¬
ing the pupil.
But, as has been said, this glass is
colorless. The.color—yellow, brown,
or of whatever tint—is applied af¬
terward with a mineral pigment,
This paint is put on the back of a
button, which produces the effect
desired when the eye is looked at
from the front.
Naturally, some modifications of
this method are required for indicat¬
ing the eyes of other animals. For
instance, tlie pupil &l the tiger’s eye
is not round, but elongated, like any
other cat s. Accordingly, the black
button must be made of correspond¬
ing shape.
The eye of a living tiger is one of
the most beautiful in the world. Its
iris is yellow, with such wavy mark-
ngs as may be discovered in the col-
>red part of a human being's eye.
These markings are imitated with
much ingenuity by the workman
who applies tbe paint.
THE LARGEST TELESCOPE.
A Remarkable Lens Made by an
American Firm.
The Clarks have accomplished what
has long been regarded as an impossi¬
ble thing and one which no European
manufacturer of lense8 could be in-
duced to attempt. This is the mak-
ingot a perfect lens of more than
three feet across the face. No one
but the American manufacturer ever
thought of exceeding the twenty-six
inch lenses which are in use at several
observatories on both continents, one
at the Naval Observatory at Wash¬
ington, through which Mr. Hall dis¬
covered the long-sought satellites of
Mars and many double stars. The
highest power was supposed to bo
reached when the Lick telescope in
C alifornia was put up with a thirty-
six inch lens. lhe difficulties to be
met in the production of a perfectly
clear lens ot great sire are so many
"latKuropean observers who hate
wanted anything above twenty-six
inch lens have had to take to the
reflecting telescope, which has a con-
clave mirror. It requires, of course,
a much larger reflecting telescope to
get the same amount of light and the
same magnitude of objects.
The making of this 414 inch lens is
regarded as the crowning work of Mr.
Alvah Clark’s life. It is probable no
larger lens will ever be made. Under
existing conditions a larger telescope
than the Yerkes—the telescope of
the Chicago University Observatory,
for which the lens is made—would be
of no great value. To increase the
magnifying power is at the same
time to increase the obstructions to
clear vision. When the object is
magnified the atmospheric agitation
is increased to such a degree that
distinctness is virtually sacrificed
when the object glass is larger than
414 inches It is doubtful if the
Yerkes will be any more useful than
tho Lick . Some day it may be possi¬
ble to remove the obstacles to clear¬
ness in tho case of a powerful lens,
though the only reason for suggest¬
ing it is that Professor Tyndall was
able to construct a glass by which
the blue of the atmosphere was dis¬
sipated in looking through a deep
space.
If the Yerkes glass answers expec¬
tations it will enable an experienced
observer to catch occasional glimpses
of the Mars canals, which, though
drawn so firmly on the Vatican maps,
nre vague and wavering, and almost
imaginary through any glass. They
can be seen at all only by the trained
observer. The great telescope will
be most useful in the study of double
stars, which is now a matter of
special interest to many observ-
srs.
MAY BE KING OF ENGLAND.
This Baby is His Royal Highness,
Prince Edward.
The pictures of the (Queen’s grand¬
son are displayed all over London,
one of them but a few weeks old, and
they all show a clear-eyed, intelli¬
gent-looking little fellow, with plump
arms and wavy hair. A report has
been circulated for several days that
Prince Edward, W’ho is the only child
of tho Duke and Duchess of York,
and tho heir to the throne of Great
Britain, is deaf and dumb. It has
been impossible to ascertain the
source of the report but there is no
doubt that it is in a circle fairly near
t he court.
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There is nothing in the expression
of the face or in the attitude to indi¬
cate the slightest mental defect. It
in regarded as a little remarkable
that, in case the boy be deaf, the in¬
firmity Was not discovered some
months ago, as he now is more than
a year old.
The Duchess of York ha3 not been
seen often in public recently, and
l hose circulating the reports regard¬
ing the Prince say that her reclusive¬
ness is due to her grief. This, how
ever, is bare supposition
As yet no effort ha3 been made to
correct the story of tbe Prince’s in-
Amity, although the curent
must have reached the cars of His
Highness’ parents and grandparents,
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An Cid Pioneer’s Plea.
A curious scene was presented at
the meeting of the Yosemite Valley
Commissioners in Sun Francisco,
Cal ., when Old John Hutchins, the
pioneer of the famous valley, with
tears streaming down his face,
begged for tlie privilege of living
until his death in the cabin which
he built over thirty 1iis years ago and by
the side of which wife and daugh¬
ter are buried. The Commissioners
; kad l *3cd the cabin and five
j around e it to the neighboring hote acres
j but the old tears moved them ,
; j and they man the s of the house
gave use
; and one 8 r0 gr9’ dn< * to um * or
I the remainder of his life.
NO. 46.
THE CALM.
Ob, tea, whose gleaming ripples run
In liquid laughter toward the sun,
Have you forgot the storm so soon?
And how through all the awful night
Your billows broke in lines ot white.
Till the wide beach with wreck was
strewn?
All night the roaring wind blew free,
All night you sobbed and moaned, oh, sea;
With your cold tears the rooks were wet;
Yet sunny waves and wreathing spray
Greet tranquilly the new-born day:
Oh, happy ocean, to forget!
—Z. D. Underhill, in Scribner.
HUMOR OF THE DAT.
A dead failure—A deceased bank-
rapt.
The man who pays as he goes finds
it necessary to stay home a good deal,
_Syracuse Post /
Mankiad ma ! now be abided into
bicycles, ’ and those
who dodge them.-Puck, . p„ .
If dropping water wears away the
stone, it is a pity that some of our
statues are made of bronze.—Puck,
It requires considerable genius for
a man to relate his woes and keep his
friends interested. —Atchison Globe.
It is better to be sure than sorry;
but if we were not so sure at times,
we would not be sorry at other times.
—Truth.
A Personal Matter : He—“A fellow
called me a donkey the other day.”
She—“Didn’t you feel like kicking
him?”—Indianapolis Journal.
Give me the gentle woman with a fad
Born of her culture, which to follow adds
To her enjoyment: put protect me from
The erring one whose fad is having fads!
— Browning, King A Co.’s Monthly.
The reason a boy cuts the fringe off
the window-curtains and picks the
paper off the walls and whittles the
mantel-piece is that he is a boy,—
Truth.
Prudence—“ A’hat do you think of
my reform?” Abigail—“I don’t like
it at all. It doesn’t interfere with the
rights of enough persons.”—Comic
Weekly.
How to make the new dress: Take
the material for two skirts and make
the sleeves, then take the material for
one sleeve and make the skirt.—Nash-
viile American.
Boarder (at summer hotel)- .. How a
is . it you don t supply soap? Pro-
prietor--”! found the guests were
using it to make the windows slide up
and dowD, Judge,
“Some people,” remarked the can¬
nibal chief, as he passed his plate for
a second supply, “have a mission in
life, while others only have a mission¬
ary.’’—Chicago Times-Herald.
Wiggles—“What’s the matter with
you, old man?” Waggles—“Ob, sev¬
eral things.” Wiggles -“Well, get
engaged to one of them, and then let
the rest alone. ” - Somerville Journal,
Cheer up. cheer up, each misanthrope,
Aud gather ’round together;
Though “hard times” fail us as a cry,
Let’s talk about the weather.
—Washington Star.
Dukane—“So young Timber wheel
has succumbed to Cupid and married
the ugly Miss Roxgalore." Gaswell—
“Yon mean he has succumbed to cu¬
pidity.”—Pittsburg Chronicle-Tele¬
graph.
Mr. Gusher (a would-be suitor) —
“What lovely teeth Miss Smiler has,
old man?” Mr. Forceps—“H’m, er
—really—modesty forbids my ex¬
pressing an opinion, you know.”—
Now York Herald.
Teacher—“Well, Tommy, you were
not present yesterday. Were you de¬
tained at home in consequence of the
inclemency of the weather?” Tommy
—“No, ma’am; I couldn’t come ’cause
of the rain.”—Tid-Bits.
“Talk about those horseless vehi¬
cles,” said Uncle Si, “I seen ’em long
ago. “Why, pa!” began Aunt
Mandy. “Oh, but I did. Don’t you
remember the ole ox cart we role to
our weddin’ in?”—Indianapolis Jour¬
nal.
“When a man’s clothes are too
loose,” says the Mauayunk philoso¬
pher, “there are two ways of retnedy-
ing the evil. Or One is to take them
back to the tailor. Another Ji'-rjiuti is io to vu get gou
a new boarding house.”—Philadel-
phia Record.
Figg—“It’s a mighty good thing to
have a retentive memory.” Fogg —
“That depends. If tbe memory is
yours, it is a mighty good thing, as
you say; but if it happens to be the
property of vour wife, that’s another
matter,”—Boston Transcript.
Irene—“Isn’t it curious how inno¬
cent George Fergueson is? They say
he never kissed anybody in his life
and doesn't know how to kiss.”
Laura—“There is not a word of truth in
it! He has—that is, he—why, I
should think he would know how by
this time.”—Chicago Tribune.
“Say,” said the city editor, “it
seems to mo that this expression of
vours about showing a clean pair of
heels is not just the thing in the re-
port of a bicycle race.” “All right,”
answered the lazy reporter. “Just
stick in a ‘w’ and make it a clean pair
of wheels.’’--Cincinnati Tribune.
Young Tutter—“Miss Clara, sup¬
pose that to-morrow evening I should
call again, and having nerved myseli
up to it, suddenly while we were con¬
versing, I should, without a word,
throw my arms around your neck and
deliberately kiss you—what would you
do?” Miss Pinkerly—“Ob, Mr, Tnt-
ter, don’t ask me to look so far ahead,’
—Brooklyn Life.
Five short autograph poems by Roh-
Barns were sold recently in Lon¬
don tor $19 ); three long letters lot
?370, and three short ones for $109;
nt the same time seven letters of
Sir Walter Scott were sold for about
$27.50 apiece.
Missouri has 56,421 acres planted in flax.