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Newspaper Page Text, ..Mam (.ml. |M41 CaonlMated with the Ch‘#5SSI!«*»• J Athene Benner, Bet. ISIS. ATH Kk GA, TUESDAY MORNING, APR L 26,1892. ONE DOLLAR A JUST BE Ob, heart of mine, we shouldn’t Worry so! Whftt we’ve missed of culm we oouldn' Have you know. What we’ve met of stormy pain And of sorrow’s driving rain. We can better meet again. If it blow. We have erred in that dark hour. We have known. When the tears fell with the shower. All alone— Were not shine and shower blent As the gracious Master meant? Let us temper our content With his own. For, we know, not every morrow be sad; So, forgetting all the sorrow We have had. Let us fold away onr fears And put by our foolish tears, Aud through all the coming years Just be glad. —James Whitcomb Riley. . I ventured to look «i CATCHING A COOLIE. It was in the eighties—I forget the exact date—that I was an able seaman on board the ship John E. Redwood, of Phillipsburg, engaged in the East India trade. This was my first deep water voyage. Before this I had been in west ern ocean vessels. During the dog watches my mind was filled with tho wonders to be seen in a deep waterman. 1 heard many yarns about the marvelous tricks in juggling of the natives of the countries we visited, and of the fairly desperate agility of the thieves that in fested the seaport towns of India and China. After an uneventful voyage we ar rived at Bombay, and one of the crew having been chosen for night watchman the rest of us were employed in working cargo. The watchman’s duty consisted in keeping a vigilant watch from «in the evening until 6 next morning. lie wak resjxmsible for everything that was stolen. The rest of the time he was al lowed to do as he pleased. My chum Bill Davis was chosen for this duty, and we rather envied him. To see him sitting down in tho shad smoking his pipe, while wo were work ing our soul cases off under a broiling sun and until scarcely a breath of win< to stir the air, was enough to make any one envions. One Saturday afternoon Bill came te me as I was taking a quiet smoke am asked mo to stand his watch that night. As Bill had been a good shipmato I could not refuse him, although I was dead tired. All hands except tho cap tain. tho mate and myself, left for the line'll, bound 6n a grand lark. ft was still daylight, but even the: the ship seemed lonely and deserted. The captain and mate were sitting 01 the poop abaft the after house, having game end a smoke. I lingered aronm the booby hatch and thought of the goo< times ashore and felt lonelier every min ute. After sunset there was scarcely any twilight, for the change between day and night was almost instantaneous. Wliat little breeze had been blowing throughout the day had died out. and the sea was like an immense mirror. The sky was cloudless, and it was om of those perfect nights that are only seen in small latitudes. The men-of- war started drilling with their search lights, and the sight, as the light fell on some stately ship, making her stand out in bold relief while the rest of the fleet was an indistinguishable mass of shad ows, was one never to be forgotten. \Vutching tha various doings in the har bor served to pass tho time, and I soon forgot my surroundings, so absorbed did 1 'liecomo in the different things that tvere going on. Nothing disturbed the stillness but now and then a boatload of drunken firemen going off to theii vessel and disputing with their boat- mau. Occasionally some one would start a song, and as it drifted over the water its harshness was lost and only its beauty remained. One by one these sounds died away, and as there was nothing left te divert my thoughts they came back to myself and the ship. The silence was oppress ive. I felt insignificant in the midst of it. How small I was! My mind was uneasy and restive. In fact, I was nerv ous, and I could not account for it. In order to calm myself as well as to kill time I began walking up and down the poop; but having worked hard all day 1 was soon fagged, and began hunting around for something that would occu py me. In my wanderings I found two or three sheets of a New York newspa- !«;?. This was a prize. I rigged the bin nacle lamp in the wheelhouse, and fixing myself comfortably in the captain’s chair 1 crowded on all sail for intellectual en joyment. The only thing I could find was stock reports, advertisements and shipping news. This was rather of a disappoint ment, but I started in to read those, found some of them quite interesting, and presently I was taking solid com fort in reading what I felt to be a spe cies of news—dry as it was—from home. The door in front of me was open and the moon had come up fnll. Every thing ip its direct rays was bathed in the i»rightest light, but the shadows were horribly dark. I happened glance up as I puzzled over a queerly worded notice, and my eye caught, for a second only, the shadow of the head and shoulders of a coolie. As I saw it, there flashed through my mind the yams that 1 had heard about the coolies stripping themselves, then oiling their bodies and swimming off to vessels with their ‘‘dhu" or daggers; plundering the un guarded crews and disemboweling all who tried to seize them as they slipped through their hands. I jumped for the deck, sheathknife in hand. When I got on deck there was no one in sight, and I listened for some sound, but all was as qniet as a deep under ground cell. It was as>ihough both of ns were even holding onr breath so that we should not betray onr whereabouts. There was not even the lapping of waves against the ship’s sfiles. As J started to ■Beak to the after payt of tho wfieelr house I could hear- myfiear.t b the sound of my footsteps aa nwM»w feet lightly touched the di ***®hed the corner of feeling anything around the com I turned the coi proceeded around the house, carefully knifing around each corner before turn ing it. . After having made the round of the wheelhouse, I doubled on my track and Went back the other way; but I could see no sign of the presence of any one, nor had I heard any noise. So after searching the decks, forecastle* and for ward house, I concluded that whoever I had seen must have slipped overboard and escaped, or my imagination had played me a trick. I finally brought to again in the chair and began to read once more, but I had somehow lost in terest and felt nervous. Every little while I got up and made the tour of the deck. I had hardly settled myself after one of these tours when I was startled by . suppressed groan from the captain’ room, followed by gasps, as if to- breath. These were succeeded by strange gurgling sound. My blood ra cold, and for a minute I was paralyze;. Then I understood it all. Instead of tl. coolie going overboard he had descends into tho ufter cabin. While gathering together plunder he-had awakened the captain. Then to save himself he had cut tho captain’s throat, which account ed for the noise. To preserve myself it became neces sary for me to either secure this coolie or to kill him, and as it would doubtless be easier to kill him than to try to se cure him, I sneaked out of the wheel- house to take a look around. I carefully studied the ground, in order to decide npon the best place for me to take np my station. I finally fixed on the com panionway. Noiselessly I crawled on top of the house and knelt on the com panionway slide. With my knife raised ready for striking, I awaited the com- , lag. up of the coolie and murderer. 1 had decided that it would be best to stick the knife into his brain or along side one of the big arteries in his neck. I anxiously waited, with every nervo strained, to detect his first approach, every muscle tense and ready for a quick and strong attack. Cramps in my legs seized me, but I did not dare to move, afraid each moment that he would appear. While in this position, and while every sense was on the alert, I was startled by a movement and a groan be hind me. I turned with an involuutary cry, not knowing what would confront me—hut I saw nothing. By this time I was so scared I was un able to think for a moment or two. After collecting my senses I knew that, although the sound seemed to have been right back of me, it must have come from the mate’s room in the forward part of the house. As there were two ways of getting down into the after house, I was puzzled as to which one to guard. I finally decided to close the after companionway and take my sta tion at the watchhouse, which was the only other way by which the coolie could get out. If he came up tho com- panionway I should hear him, and he able to reach him before he slipped overboard. Sneaking along the alleyway I took np my position alongside the watchhouse door, and my senses being strained to the utmost by this time I could faintly hear some one moving about down be low. I was worked up to an awful pitch of excitement, in fact my mnscles had been strained so long that I trem bled as vith ague. My nerves were at the breaking point. How long I stood there I do not know, finally got so worked up that I could lardly stand. I came to the conclusion that if the coolie should come up I was then too weak to offer any resistance, and that if something didn’t happen soon I should lose my mind. I concluded tha: I could stand the strain no longer. Carefully making my way to the rail I broke down. I became afraid—afraid even to go on the main deck and into the deep shadows. I was afraid to stand still; I kept look ing over my shoulder and turning around, not knowing where I should be attacked or from what point. My mind was getting unbalanced under the awful pressure. To save myself I walked the topgallant rail to the forecastle. From there I went to the flying jib boom pole facing inboard. My mind was made np to jump overboard if anybody tried to come out after me. I sat there the rest of that night, knowing I should be ac cused of murdering these men, but Came to the conclusion that it was bet ter to stand a trial for doable murder than to become a maniac by watching at that watchhonse door. While awaiting daylight I conld see myself accused of murder and every body-laughing at my defense. I conld see myself hung in a foreign country. After a long time I gathered what lit tle courage I had left and came hack to the poop and carefully searched all nooks and corners, bnt I did not dare to go down below until the moon had set. Then I noiselessly sneaked below. To my surprise I found the mate peaceful ly snoring in his bunk. This added con siderably to my courage. Then'I list ened at the door of the captain’s. room. I distinctly heard him breathe. This tvas an immense relief.- I tried to think it over. The only way in which I conld work it out was this—either my mind bad played me a trick or I bad really seen a coolie’s shadow, and, alarmed by my movements, he had slipped over board before securing his booty. Cer tainly we never missed anything, and the captain and the mate had only mumbled or groaned in their sleep.—Lieutenant J. H. Scott, U. S. R. M., in Romance. FOR THAT 8WEET SiLEIwE.” ) slope of yonder bill 4re went the still air of evening* damp and j From new plowed earth arose the sharp, sweet scent; The cricket shrilled below In the dark croft Thy doveUke crea, as ifin silent prayer. Were lifted to the stars so still and feir; And L who read thine Inmost thought un spoken; loved thee for that sweet silence left un broken. —Olindo Guerrini. THE TYPEWRITER. I am a business man; I like business methods strictly olrserved.-and no senti ment in business hoars or at business places. That is, those were my senti ments. But I have become revolution ized—I don’t know what I am—I have become, bnt that is—-not- another story- hut the tail of this one, and stories and wasps should never be grasped tail end, in Bpite of the habits of novel reading young ladies and unsophisticated child hood. The fact is I advertised for a young lady to do copying for me at the office. I will not deny that my partner advised me not to do so, strongly ad vised me against it, and in an experience smitten tone said, “Never depend on women.” But I persisted and adver tised. The next morning upotx my arrival at the office George,.the aforesaid partner, kept hurling remarks at jno from the doorway of the inner office about the “visions of loveliness that would soon illumine the dark apartment, rob it of its severe, businesslike aspect” (here I winced) “and even lend an air of beauty to his forlorn room,” etc. I growled to him to ? fiut up, that there was to ho no nonseqge about this thing, The girl was to be engaged for business writing, and there wasn’t to be any sentiment iu the matter. Here he gave an ironical laugh, and asked me was I “dead sure?” In my most severe tone I replied that I was. Just then the “visions -of loveliness” }egan to apply for the situation, and 3teorge and his voice temporarily disap peared, for which I was very thankful. Well, I was greeted by all shapes and sizes of visions from one specimen with untidy hair and dirty bare haqds to an appalling “dream” in blond braids and so much paint that I was tempted to stick in a pin to see how recent the ap plication was. I was disgusted. I closed the door on the last one, and sinking in a chair silently wished I had taken George’s advice and not advertised. How (lid he come to know so much, anyhow, about women, bother him, George's voice was heard, aud George again appeared in the doorway. “What do want anyhow?” he asked. “What would suit you? Here are six separate girls.” “Oh,” I interrupted, for I con fess I was annoyed, “I understood they were Siamese sextnplets!” He staggered back from the doorway clasping his head in an extravagant fashion, and I heard stared at tho blond head leaning over the desk and retreated into George’s office, followed by me. One after another of business ac quaintances dropped in, bnt time wore on slowly. I never knew such a long morning until it was 12 o’clock. The winks, the grins, the sly chuckles from some of the callers and the aggravating abetting responses of George, and my constant alarm lest she should overhear nearly gave me a nervous fever. But the worst was to come. Fortunately no one was in the inner office bnt George and myself. Twelve o’clock struck and in walked! elder sister. I quailed and George turned his hack on me and shook with; laughter. Well, dearie,” chirped elder sister^ has it seemed like a long morning?” Yes, somewhat, though I have beeq interested too. How’s ma?” Very lonely without you. She seat me to go with you to lunch so that yon would not think we had forgotten you*” Oh, that will be nice,” said Carol, ’ And ma said as it was yonr first ddy we should be a little extravagant in onr luncheon.” That's splendid. Ill see if I can £o now.” I managed to get on my feet and blind ly got to the door, feeling that I didn’t care, and that George conld go to the deuce. “Yon may go now, Miss Walton, for yonr lanch. Please he back by 1 o'clock.” Thank you. Yes, sir.” So while sho got on her coat and hat elder sister ex plained that she had run in to see how Carol was getting along. (Run in! Sho certainly wasn’t out of breath.) And then they went. I awaited George, He- began: J* Wonder who will come tomorrow. Ma? Wonder how many relatives she has got to run in? Pity too. She seems quiet enough. But these girb you never can calculate what they are.” I am surprised that I did not mas sacre George, but I have always felt that his unpleasant manner should he Viewed in the light of an infirmity. He went on: J Very businesslike with ‘Dearies’ and ‘Sweeties’ and what not. Nice talk in a business office, eh, Dick? Tomorrow it will be ‘Darling.’ ” . Hie intonation of the last weed was positively distressing. I went out for lunch and left him to take care of the office. It was my only revenge. The days came and left as visitors will do. Our own individuality is- the only thing we can reasonably count npon in this world as sura to remain. - For six weeks my little copyist came regularly and did her work with neat ness and dispatch. For six weeks her family came almost as regularly at va rious times through the day. Ma would drop in (ma used to drop in and elder sister rw in), aud would say, “Well, pettie.” It struck me the first time she said that, and afterward, too, what a singularly appropriate name, bnt ex- BEAUTIFUL EYES OF BLUE. O beautiful speaking eyes of bine! Where did you catch that glorious hue? Have you sipped from the violet’s purple brim. Hidden away in the forest dim, 'Neath t he cooling eaves Of dark green leaves, _ Where the singing brook its foam veil weaves? O beautiful sparkling eyes of blue! Have you kissed the drops of pearly dew? Or how did yo tv come by that shining light. When the hours of day have taken flight? From the dews l wis. You stole n kiss. Where the roses glowed in dewy bliss. O beautiful starry eyes of blue! Have you robbed the earth and heavens too? Have yon wooed the bride of the moonlit sky Where the gems of night take wings and fly? Oh, yon look so tree Sweet eyes of blue, Bnt you’ve robbedthe earth and heavens too. —Yankee Blade. A PERILOUS HOUR. m ■o-nwm* "Poor fellort On* girl is too much for a feeble man—but six, six, six—ahr with a prolonged sym pathetic vocalization most distressing in a business office. I was about to make a hasty rejoinder when the outer door opened and in came a neat little girl in black, followed by a body guard of “ma” and “elder sister” presumably. The leader was trembling, and so was the body guard. Consequently I grew perfectly calm, placed seats for the three and invited conversation, dimly con scions that George was trying to set without being seen in order to be primed, for further attentions. I soon found out that the youngest lady desired to write for me, her mother assuring me of her daughter’s ability, superb penmanship, moral character and amiability. Amiability in a business office! Then the older sister turned up and said how Carol was so thoughtful and desirous of helping them along, and so had insisted npon trying to get some thing to do, and by a lucky chance that day her eyes had rested on my advertise ment, and how they had all said together in one breath (I have heard of one handkerchief per family, but one breath!) that it was the very place. And how they had come in the Spruce and Wood land avenue car. and it had token them nearly forty-five minutes. All this time my dear little Carol—I beg your pardon, there is that wrong end again—and all the time the little girl sat? there just as quiet as a mouse, jiyhich pleased me very much. When they had finished she asked me should she write to show me her hand writing, and I said “yes.” So she took her glove off and went to the desk and wrote her name thus—Caroline Welton —and then T told her to write mine and she wrote—Richard A. Yohe—and yon have no idea wliat an extremely unbusi nesslike thought darted into my head 'when I saw those two names together. I engaged her to come on Monday to begin work, and amid a flood of recol lections from ma of how her dear dead husband “never expected dear Carol would ever have to.work,"and “how. pleased he would have been that gfip should be employed by ecTconsiderate a gentleman”—and a reckless profusion of smiles and bow* from elder .sister, and a demure nod from the little onc; v I final ly shut the door on them and waited for George to appear. He appeared. “You are a Sybarite—an epicure of feminine loveliness, a gay deceiver who has prefended to he indifferent to wom an.” Then in a- heartbroken tone, “She will break yonr heart and ruin onr office comb.” And all the time that donkey stood there firing remark after remark, I sat and sat and felt foolish. I don’t know why. Finally fie went hack to his work whistling “Love Comes Like aSummer's Sigh.” The young idiot! Fortunately I had a business engagement and man aged to get out. So the revolution be gan. ' Monday morning at 8 o’clock Mis? Welton appeared, demure and slightly, nervous. So was I. Geprge wasfii the HD, inwardly chuckling, I am certain.' After a deal of cir Then sister would run iu and. say: Ma is making apple pies, and can yon get off a quarter ot an hour-readier. to the full < Not Too Clover by Half. “Do you post your love letters without stomping them?’ “Yes, for fear they should get into the wrong hands. My sweetheart is willing enoughto pay not astrangerr—. There is S irsapaii las ami S-irsapanll s; Inn it yon are not careful in your pui cl a e rrj . ibe disease you wLii to curewilloniy no j _ in’.estified. EU mre you get Ayer s SMSV ]«cumlocution (I think that is a master psrilla and no other. It is c ‘ ,m P" u . word for the operation) I mau;...<-d w from the H mduras root and other hire y p j 10W j, er ^hat she was to copy and how concecrateJ alteratives. | it was to be done. Silence reigned for ■#: r~ m . . ' actually two hours. Then some man your j work to tLa Banner ^ to see George and me. He dearie, and come home to luncheon?” And Carol would say: “Oh, I wouldn’t like to ask.” Then I would speak up and say, “You may go a little earlier today, Miss Wel ton.” Then another day her little brother Rob would stomp in with a hag of cookies ma had made or a hit of a rib bon to be matched on Carol’s way home. And once an old uncle tottered in aud delayed me one-half hour while he bab bled of his deceased brother Andrew and Andrew’s family—the same that used my office for a family room, I sup pose. And after some particularly ag gravating chatter and interchange of feminine, unbusinesslike epithets would go in to George, forgetting in my vexation his demoniac character, and vow I wouldn’t stand it. Then he would get np and implore me not to be harsh and unkind to the dear little thing, and I unconsciously said, “Who could be? And then he would shake and chuckle and quote,' “O woman, woman, lovely woman!” or repeat, “Well, pettie, how’s biz?” or “Dearie, sauerkraut today. Come home with me,” or “Carol darling, is the boss just as much gone on you as ever?” or somp like idiotic re mark that he had poined put of his own imbecile brain- Bnt when ma came in one day about II o'clock in the morning and sat for one mortal hour crocheting or knitting or some such useless feminine idleness, felt that I must speak. My office, business place rented by me for business purposes only, to be thus desecrated was too mneh. So that evening when the little daugh ter was getting ready to go home started out with her, as I had happened to do some few times before, and on the way to her home I told her straight np and down that this thing conld not con tinue. We finally arranged ^hat J should hay a house in the northwestern part of the. p^ty, and t'bat to two months she Would wear my wedding ring. It has been full? arranged, however, that ma may drop in and the elder sister run in bnt they are not to stay in as permanent inmates. One strange part of it to me is how George conld ever have surmised that “ in love with .her. I always had ntode it a point to nse the most business like' manner in speaking to her in the of fice. He says any fool conld have seen it. He ought to know best abont the sight of foots.. However, he has bo us a tidy lot oF silver and is coi the wedding. Dda^ old boy, it’s his way. Carol says it v^his high Elder sister says she felt in hi most soul what would happen when read my advertisement. Ma wants to know what I will do for another office girl. \ certo(h\y\han’t engage her other (laughter. ^-Josephine G. Polmag to Philadelphia Ptv.-ts. \ Dry Sermons are bad enough, but for th minister to preach them through bis nosi is inexcusable. Dr. B ill’s Cough S.rup will s-ave both minister and sermon if ta. ken in >ine. Price 25 cents. When you go to the 8ea-3h»re take along I a bottle of Salvation Oil; it kills p iiu. 25c. Job work neat'y and promptly exo» cuted at the B nuer office, I was apprenticed to a decorative painter, bnt being of a bold, danger lov ing turn, I ran away to sea before my time was out. After some years I tired of a maritime lif9, and having married and determined to stick to the shore, I got work with a builder whose peculiar line lay in erecting tall chimneys. I had always a very cool head, and conld stand on elevations that made most men dizzy, and so I was soon a favorite hand with my master. We had on one occasion to fasten a lightning conductor which had sprung pear the top of a very high chimney, and Mr. Staming chose myself and one James Colly to do it as the most "daring of his men. About half a dozen of us went that morning with a hand cart con taining the necessary ropes, blocks, the kite and a box or cradle. Having flown the kite and dropped its line across the top of the chimney, we soon drew np a rope, at the end of which was a block, through which ran the line whereby we were to he drawn up. Colly had only been married a fort night, knd as we stepped into the cradle, the men banteringiy asked him if he hadn't a last dying speech to leave for his wife; and then, Mr. Staming having shaken hands with ns, and hid ns be cool and steady, we were drawn slowly up. It was known all over the town that the conductor was to be fixed, and the streets were thronged with storers. Colly w»s very quiet, and when I waved my cap to the people he said snappishly (hatthis was no time for such folly, and that he thought I might think of better things than how to amuse these gaping fools, who, he dared say, desired no bet ter fun than to see us meet with an acci dent. I had come up in the best heart, think ing indeed nothing about the danger We incurred, hut as we drew jjearer and nearer to the top, and had nothing; as it seemed, belonging to this world near to us hut this straining rope, I began to see tho peril of the undertaking. What CoUy thought of it I don’t know. Ho sat at the bottom of tho cradle, never looking out, though I told him he would do better to keep his eyes about him, so that he might, grow used to the height. Good heaven! what was this^ Here we were within a yard of the top pro jecting coping, and still they were wind ing away, without slacking speed in the least; I guessed in a moment that they mistookpur height, a»4 that with the great purchase of that windlass the rope yould'be broken when the cradle came to the block. I sprang np, and catch ing the rope, climbed hand over hand to the coping. Colly, too, sprang np and followed me. Ho, too, got up safe; and still they went on winding up, tiU the rope sung again with the strain. Then it snapped, and cradle, haoling line, and the main rope with its block, fell down. Thus we were two poor men left in a most desperate situation. Poor Colly was completely dazed with affright, and the moment he got on the coping, which was only a foot and a half broad, he called out, “Where can I pray? where can I kneel and pray?” And so I said very solemnly, “Sit down, Jem; God will hear us if we pray (o him sitting down.” The color of his face was a transparent pine, and it was. distorted and twitching as if he was in a fit. His eyes were very Wfid and drawn into a squint, and he I pouldn’.t sit steady, bnt swayed his body backward and forward so that I felt certain that he must topple over. “Come, Jem, lad,” I said, thinking to take the fright off him; “it’s bad enough, but it can’t bo mended. Hitch up a bit and put your arm around the rod—may be it will steady you.” Where are yon? and where is this rod?” he asked, in a very hollow voice, though he was looking straight at roe, and the rod was only a foot qr- two to his left. By this I knew that he gone blind witfi tb.e fright; and self preservation said, Don’t go near him; put tkon I remembered us new wedded wife, and that taking him all through fie was always a very decent fellow; and j thought how I should have liked him to have done if I had been in his case; so I determined to run a bit of risk in his favor. Of course I durst not gtjfc on my feet; but working myself on by my hands, I got to him, and patting my arm around his waist, and telling him as cheerily as I could to keep cool, I got him with his arm around the rod. It had, however, sprang the stapling for five yards down, and was so loose that • ' ••**** muw L-iuuir , oO wuuu f - left iu isolation for twenty miurtes, While I was watching .them below, feeling very Borry for my poor master, I was startled by a wild laugh from Col ly, who' began making cat calls aud yelling as if he was possessed. Then I knew that he had gone mad! Even now I tremble when I think of that time; it was horrible to peer down the" shaft, black and sooty and yawning, and scarcely less ?o to look outside auci see a flight of pigeons sweeping arouu at considerably less height than wo were. Then Colly—thank God, he wa- so dazed that he oould not see me— called my name three times, as I sa fairly cringing in dread that his sight might clear, and with a ghastly grii. and chewing with his month he began working himself toward me. I worked away from him as noiselessly as I could, with every hair of my head standing on end. He followed me twice around that horrid coping, making most hideous noises, and then having come a second time to the rod, he got an idea in his muddled head that I had faUen over, for he never lost a sense of where h~ was all through this trying time. Then he tried to get on his feet, but at tht- risk of my own life I could not let the poor fellow rush to certain death with out one more effort, so I cried out for him to sit down; he cowered down like a whipped dog, all trembling. I sup pose it had been put into bis head that I was a dead man speaking to him. That morning my wife had got a let ter from her sister in Canada, and as there were parts we could not make out I had put it iu my pocket, intending to get our timekeeper to read it for me. It had a scrap of uncovered paper at the bottom, and by another good providence I happened to have a bit of red lead pen cil in my pocket. I wrote on the paper, “Get us down—Colly’s gone mad;” this I shut in my tobacco box, and was fortu nate enough to drop it just at the feet of two men who were standing by the en gine house door. Directly all was bustle to rescue us. They got the kite up again, and I watched it mounting slowly—slowly; and when the slack twine fell between Colly and myself I took it in my hand and could have kissed it. Poor Colly , ■with his teeth chattering, still fancied I WAS a spirit, and I did all I could to favor that idea until they got another cradle up to us. Then having got him in I scrambled in myself, and clutching him fast I shouted for them to lower; and bo we were got down, he wrestling and fighting with mo all tho way. He 'was in a madhouse for some months and then went to scavengering, for he never would face, any height again; and I have never had the same clear head since that adventure.- Anonymous. W, C. T. U. A-■ ill ” —■ ' ■■■■ - THERE ARE SOME FOLKS There are seme t\ l..» who always plead The u f-i'uliesaof brandy; A rd in tho home, “in case of need,” They si ways kei p it handy. But is it right, < r is it kin'* In this to tempt ano ther? Lest by and by we aadl\ find That we have lost onr brother These thoughts we msy net put, aside. The que>tt< n goe« fardetp r; Let ns net «ay, as C*in replied, * Am I my brother's keeper?” We may not drink, if by u f- d We mike our brother To our owu steps let us g t> t Lest failure make us humble. The weak aud erring let us aid, Till they grow firm and stronger— The drunkard lovingly p rsuade To touch the drink no longer. St Iet.m work while ’tisto-day, Nor leave until tomorrow— S •me v ord of in lp or cheer to say, Or lift some load of sorrow. WHISKEY’S VIR- MEuICINAI, TUBS. Much has been claimed for whiskey as a valuable agent to ward off disrate iu mat y forms, .tskod roc i tlv by a representative of the New York World as 10 its value as a * p~ev< ntivo of the prevailing grip. Dr George F. Shrady. an emimnt tnouioal authority of this city, is rtparti d as saying: “Whiskey is never good to ward off anything. Good food is t he best means with which toward off disease. To dose wit’o whiskey is like adding shavings to the fire. There is no physio tl, mental or moral excuse for a man’s drinking whiskey as as a proventitve of jdisease ” D •. Shrady’s emphatic and timely testimony should be influential in help ing to dispel the popular but inbchiav- tus whisky delusion.-National Tent* perahee Advocate. Arbor Days in Twcnty-elglit States. Twenty-eight states have official “Ar bor Days.” Those observing the day in ^April are as follows: Colorado, third Friday in_April; Connecticut, last Fri day in April, appointed, by governor; Indiana, April and* ^xoyjHiher, by cus tom, not law; Iowa, late • in" April or early in May; Kansas, April, apporfit&l by governor; Massachusetts, last Satur day in April; Minnesota, usually in April, appointed by governor; Missouri, first Friday after first Wednesday in April; Nebraska, April 22; New York, the Friday following first day in May; Oregon, second Friday in April; Penn sylvania, one day iu April, appointed bj’ governor; one in Octobor, appointed by superintendent of public instruction.— New York Ledger. Colors in Wild Flowers. Botanists of the Mississippi valley tell us that 384 species of wild flowers are known to grow and flourish in that great fertile region which lies between the Missouri river on the south and west and the Des Moines river on the east and north, this exclussive -of grasses, sedges and other plants whose flowers are with out decided, coloration. Of the 384 spe cies, which are decidedly colored, 143, W per cent., are white; 102, equal to 26J^ per pent,, are yellow; 27 species, 7 per cent., are red or cardinal; 73 spe cies, 19 per cent, of the whole number, are purple. The other 39 species, con taining the remaining 10)^ per cent., are of some shade of blue.—St. Louis Re public. Mahogany In Great Demand. There is probably more mahogany im ported to New York now than ever be fore, and the wood is put to a greater variety of uses than at any time since its beauty was first discovered to the world. R is true that old mahogany brings enormous prices, and that archi- toots eagerly watch the destruction of Old buildings for the sake of purchasing stair rails and mantelpieces of mahog any for new houses. But the gaudy barrooms now so popular demand more new mahogany in a year than was ever consumed, in a like period for the dining tables of onr grandfathers. The largest logs, when not sawed np into veneer, gd to make bar slabs:—New York Sun. The Conductor’s Way. Some years ago, when Sir Charles Smith was traveling by special train in Dakota, he told Ms private secretary to instruct the conductor that he should not say “Mr. Smith” bnt “Sir Charles’ in speaking to so great a man. Next THE DOMESTIC WINE CURSE-IN CIDENTS FROM REAL LIFE- In tho year 1859,1 attended a large iud fashionable picnic. The belles and beaus < f a city aud town met in a beau- t ful valley. And pure fresh water ot the valley streams did not satisfy the thirst of that comp my, nor did nature in her lirst spring robe long interest that cro.t d. S une grew weary ot wan dering in search of fi ras and flowers, ind could n >c rest beneath the shade or the trees without keeping tbeir hand* busy with gimes provided for the oc casion. Ac night,we were entertained by two ■vealihy planters. Cbampaigaes, wines uvd ocher d. iuks were bountiful at sup per. My atteuian’, who knew my iriuciples welpersuaded me to tala""'' just one sip r.f wine, now thought to -i ccecd. Just opposite stood a coup’e. I'h*laiyl knew. The gentleman £ did nor. She was urging him t > thy i uk wine. In f incy I can now see her dainty jewelled hand bolding np the rur, savirg ‘ See what ab autlfui col- An 1, <>h, such a nice delicate fl\*> vor. You have only to teste it, to po> 4t nour.ee it fl ip.” Hr hesitated, buy DID NOT-TGUCH THE CUP. Auer suvp :r c / is were introduced. • My attendant consigned me t » the care •f Qur taoVe., saying to him, “Ste if you can-pr jvail oimy friend to take a game _ • ith yon I know.that she is too po- ice to refuse playing a few gunes £itk . \ uch a nice eld gentleman a: “ I did refu e; and taking a ho >k id myself not to read but to i Was I doing right or wrong thus 1 olate tne 1 >-vs of hospitality ? The gel voice, of my mother, whose form ha 1 lain- under tue o Id sod but or.e short veer', seemed to whisper, “Right, my child, be firm.” Not long did I remain alone. The unknown eentl -man ot the supper ta ble 1- ft bis car te, citne across the room, ind iatroduc* d himself. In the course f an hour’s o .nversation be confessed hat he was a gambler and a reformed irunkard. Twice he had fallen by drinking wine, and said be, “through ■ he day I have resisted, but tonight 1 was nearly gone. Nothing but yoq* firmness saved me. I hef.rd, too, youjr conversation with our host about card, playing. It is true—every word of it, and many like myself could testify to the same. Many are the times that l have wished to find a spot on earth where no spirits are used, and no games played; but once in the ring there is no getting out.” , ■ There is no need to point to the morel of this graphic story. Let every young woman resolve that for her own Bake, ^ and for the sake of others, the will ■‘touch not, taste not, handle not,” the accursed wine cup. Death to ail that womanhood holds moat dear and sacred, lurks beneath its ruddy sparkling glow. ..8® Not at first, but “at the last iibitetk like a serpent and stingeth like an ad der.” Aud if the first glass were never taken, this bitter end would never he reached. Young woman, you cannot afford to be the tempter. Your own happiness is at stake, and the temporal and eter nal well being of yonr nearest and dearest one3. You can make aud un- make the moral tone of society. See to it.that, by your own example, you do not injure but elevate the young men with whom you associate, and then ex pect and demand from them the same moral purity that you possess. Bo will the homes of the land be types of Hea ven itself. Missouri Stokes^ time the conductor came round he said, ^ “Well, sir—ClfSrles—the next station is ^ it swayed with him, and I expected any I Glyndon.” And always thereafter he j minute to see him falling head and heels .continued to use the same form, “Well, down and the rod tearing away with him. There was great hustle down below; iple were running around the yard id pushing to get in, but us yet there were hut some spore of men ot the foot of the ehbnney, and by blase. looking *aw them put somebody bn 0 board and parry, him gently away toward theen- gtna hense. One of the men walked ■ England, and was started during the lifter with a fiat in his hand; I knew ! reign of Queen Elizabeth.—Philadelphia sir, Charles. ”-^-San Francisco Argonaut. Paper Barreto In England. Paper barrels are now being made in England and find ready sale. The fac tory in which they are made has an his toric* interest. It is at Boxmoor Herts, and is known as Two Waters mill. It was one of the first paper mills erected then that somebody had been hurt by tfie falling cradle, and that it must be poor Mr. Staming, as none of our men Ledger. Collateral Not Good.—Here’s a our iuou j yjch political !tem from the Washing- hats. Not a face was turned up to ton< q & j Gazette: ‘A prominent Third [ learned afterward that onr men \ p a jy tnan in an adjoining county so taken up with sorrow that so wrot ite a man in this place ter a loan of $200 on his crop. The man here wr-te him that as the Third party was giing to raise hell instead of cotton that he could not lend money; on that kind good*a man and so kind a ma.-.tt- suooia he killed, that for awhile they had never a thought about ns, and the peo ple outside imagined that VC had . with tbo pra/IV 1 DON’T CROAK. Let ns try to touch other lives on the positive and helpful aide. “Share with me your beliefs; I hive doubts enough of my own;” said Goethe. Do not talkof yonr ailments, yonr worries, yonr disap pointments, your Jfiues. Do not add these by commnnicatkm to the trouble of yonr fellows, and thus help them to despond ency. Tell of the truth yon have bad the vision of, of the unexpected good that has befallen you, of tbe sunshine that has be spread your path. Life has its trouble some side, but it only btcomes tbe greater part of life through our persistent contem plation of it to the exclusion of what te brighter. And that bad habit weakens tb nerve and sinew of our best energies by robbing us of cheieifulness and of hope.— S. Times. were of a crop.’ After suffering horrible fer years scrotnla in its worst form, H Mr. R L. King, 708 Franklin 5 Va., wi - ~ ‘ ■’ *■ Ayre’s aan apt of the blood.