The Cleveland progress. (Cleveland, White County, Ga.) 1892-1896, August 12, 1892, Image 1
The
Progress
By TF. B. WOODWARD.
DEVOTED TO THE MINING, AGRICULTURAL AND EDUCATIONAL INTERESTS OF CLEVELAND, WHITE COUNTY AND NORTH FAST GEORGIA.
TERMS: One Dollar 1W Ytar.
VOL. I.
CLEVELAND, WHITE COUNTY, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, AUGUST 12, 181)2.
NUMBER :?
Nlnty-five per cent, ol all the money
(transactions in the associated banks of
(New York are accomplished by means of
checks and drafts, lcaviug five per cent,
of fhr total business to be represented by
coin or paier money.
A company has been incorporated in
New Jersey for the manufacture of
meinbranoid, a fancy leather mads from
tripe—nothing else than tanned tripe,
The patent-office authorities insisted
that tripe was tripe, no matter through
what chemical process It might have
been put., and some time elapsed and
there was much parleying before a com
promise was affected oil the name of the
product nn.v called membrauoid. This
new species of leather is said to be pretty
and durable.
The reports to the Chicago Graphic
from differeut reliable sources of the crop
conditions over the country are causing
s slight, inactivity in nearly all depart
ments of industry and commercial enter
prise. The wheat crop is far from sat
isfactory in most of the principal wheat
producing sections; the corn crop is
likely to be short, especially as the acre
age will be limited in both the North
and the South. Oool weather can do
much, however, to improve the condi-'
lions.
The revolutibiftlm electricity is work
ing is shown in the auction sale adver
tised, in the Boston Transcript, of WOO,
000 worth ol stables by the West End
Htreet Railway Company. “I'beeUctrin
carriage," comments the Transcript,
"that is perambulating Commonwealth
avanue and our suburban roads now
adays points the way to still greater
changes—when hevay toams and tri
cycles will discharge draught horses and
saddle horses and make stables, in town
at least, absolutely unnecessary.”
It is as3Crte 1 that after this year the
Unite! States will not only be able to
stop importing fruit, but will begin to
be a factoi in supplying the mirksts of
the world. The estimate is that New
York will have 2J, 000,000 pounds of
fruit from California alone this su nmer.
Fast fruit trains now cross the continent
fn seven days, and enable the growers to
harvest a riper product than heretofore,
Arizona and Oregon are coming to the
front as fruit states; Mississippi is getting
'famous for tomatoes, and Florida oranges
and Georgia peaches are always sure of a
ready market. The optlook has never
been so promising.
The average "rate of'Taru^wages in me
United States is *12.54 per month aud
board. This is nearly double the amount
paid fifty years ago and twenty per cent,
higher than in 1879. It must be re
membered that in addition to an actual
increase in wages the purchasing quality
of a dollar has been nearly doubled since
1879. The condition of farm laborers is
slso improved, maintains the Chicago
Graphic. Machinery does most of the
hard work formerly performed by the
“hired help," the hours of labor have
been shortened and the opportunities for
saving are more numerous. The farm
laborer is situated far more agreeably
than the day laborer in citie3 and towns
who has to work for a dollar or a dollar
and a quarter a d ly, out of which ho has
to pay for his board, lodging, washing
and other incidentals.
A Mammoth Chestnut Company has
been organized in New Jersey, with a
capital of -$59,000, all paid in. This,
the New Orleais Picayune explains, is
not a chestnut in the reproachful sense.
The company owns a natural chestnut
grove of 850 acres in Camden County,
which is said to be the prettiest and
most produciive piece of chestnut tim
ber in the United States. The idea is to
increase the holdings to 1000 acres in
various sections of the 8tate, and go into
the culture of mammoth chestnuts on a
mammoth scale. The trees in the grove
mentioned are about as far apart as those
in a peach orchard, and have been cutoff
a few feet from the ground, while the en
tire tract has beenclearod, the woodob-
<tained more than paying the cost. Slips
from Japanese chestnut trees are being
grafted to the stumps, and a crop of the
“mammoths” is expected in two years.
There are many varieties of improved
chestnuts, but the Japanese have been
assiduously cultivated for centuries, and
excel ail others. The combination with
them of the sweetness and flavor of th6
wild American variety, which has neve-
been cultivated, will, if it is accom
plished, bring about a perfect product.
The Japanese nut is ready for market two
or three weeks earlier than any other, and
the expense of gathering the crop is
comparatively slight. Sheep can be
pastured in the chestnut orchard, or it
can be made into a game preserve. One
ot the finest trout streams in the State
runs through it, and it is full of email
game. It is very com non to see a
Japanese chestnut six inches or more in
circumference. It is not palatable raw,
but can be cooked and used as food in
, many different wav*.
SWEET SUMMER TIME.
O. winter may be very nice
For those who skate upon the tes
And own a horse and sleigh.
But for a feast of endless joy
We ll take the su nmer time, my boy
And take it every day.
Jast think of lying under trees
And watching busy, buzzing bees
Go in and out of flowers,
And hearing feathered songsters sing
While yeu within a hammock swing
For long and lasy hours.
Imagine how it feels to strip
And in tha salty ocean dip
And gambol in the spray,
And hear the military band
l pon the mellow moon-lit sand
Without a cent to pey.
Think of the picnic’s festive joys
tV hen all the dear old girls and boys
Play "Copenhagen” blest;
Around the rope-stretched ring we stand
Till some one slaps our willing hand,
And then we do the rest.
And think of Ashing fun supreme.
Of treating sweethearts to ice cream
Beside the fountain's sound.
And sailing with the Jolly tars,
Of riding in ths open cars
And on the merry-go-round.
Just drsem of sparking at the gate
Without a fear of staying late
Against a papa’s law,
Of wearing zebra blazer coats
And flannel shirts with open throats
And dainty hate of straw.
Remember watermelons, too,
And mornlngs sparkling with the dew
And fragrant with perfume.
O. yes I Bweet summer cannot be
Too hot for either you or me~
Forever may it boom.
—H. C. Dodge, in Chicago 6un
MrB, Marlow's Nenhew,
BT EMMA A. OPPEF.
LETTER front
Mre. Marlow,”
said Ruth.
“Is ihe com
ing?” her moth
er demanded,
somewhat wild-
ly.
They warehouse-cleaning
“No. She wanta me to come there,"
said Rath. She looked vary tall and
very pretty, standing straight, with s
flush and a frown. “She wanta me to
come, becauie”—Ruth dwelt reaentfully
on every syllable—“became she expects
her nephew next week, and she wants
me to meet him. Meet him I” said Ruth,
severely.
Her mother looked upon her with a
serene expression—nay, with a pleased
smile.
“1 am extremely pleased I" she de
clared, with a graciousness a little im
paired by the towel which wreathed her
head. “Pleased that a woman of Mrs.
Marlow’s wealth and position should so
greatly desire my daughter's company as
to invite her twice to visit her. You
had malaria when she asked you before.
Now you can go."
Mrs. Lnrason beamed.
“I don’t want to meet her uephow!”
said Ruth, indignantly.
Her mother rested her strong and
well-formed hands upon the broom-
handle. Mrs. Larason was a woman of
energy. The towel slipper down over
one keen, bright eye.
“I don’t know what notion Mrs.
Marlow may have in her head, Ruth,”
she remarked, “but 1 do know she is
fond of you. It is not in the least prob
able that a nephew of Mrs. Marlow’s,
a young man of wealth, of cultivation,
of high social standing, such as he must
be, would take the remotest fancy to a
girl like you, wlic have nothing of the
sort. But I hope, Ruth, that if anything
of the kind should by any accident oc
cur, vou will behave wita judgment and
reason, that you will remember what is
due to me, if not to yourself; that you
will not indulge a morbid, ridiculous
obstinacy. You know precisely what I
mean.”
Mrs. Larason went on sweepiug.
“I don't know how you can speak so,
mother I" Ruth cried.
And she almost ran from the room.
Sarah followed her—followed her up
(o her room, and sat down by the win
dow.
“You dropped this," she observed,
calmly—Sarah was always collected —
presenting Ruth’s shell-hair ornament,
dropped in her flight.
“Neither of you has a bit of feeling,
or heart, or aympathyl” said Ruth,
sticking in the hairpin with a forcible
jab. “You’re two stones—icebergs!"
"Thank you,” said Sarah—“thank
youl I suppose this is all about. Waul
Pikes?”
■'There's nothing especially funny,”
Ruth responded—looking simply lovely,
Sarah reflected, with that dash of
spunky red in her fair cheeks—“about
calling Paul Wilkes Waul Pikes."
But it was some comfort to have Sarah
to talk to—Sarah, who was five years
older, and a dear, good sister, as a rule
—only “rangely warpe I and perverted
on this subject, an I inclined to her
mothers point of view.
“I won’t give him up," Ruth de
clared, firmly—“1 simply won’t!”
“There isn’t anything to givs up, is
there?” Sarah suggested. "Nothing but
the rather dim and shadowy recolleotion
ora flirtation last summor,*and a few
letter* aince, with 'P. W.’ on the seal,
and a photograph with "Yours over, P.
W.,’ on the back, and a carved glove-
box with ‘P. W. to R. L.’ on the bot
tom, and—”
“A flirtation? Sarah,” cried Ruth,
“you don’t know him, nor me, nor—nor
anything I”
"Thanks again—thanks, awfully I"
said Sarah, unmoved. “I do know oaa
thing, and that is that if poor
mamma had dreamed that you were go-
iug to meel Paul Wilkes at Greene Har
bor—a young fellow with nothing but a
clerkship—and fall in love with him—
»s though wo weren't poor enough
already, and as though you couidn't, II
you’d wait, do lots better—if she’d
known it, why, she’d never have gone to
Greene Harbor. Aud how we did skimp
and aave to do it I"
Sarah groaned.
“I ahall nevQt be glad enough dial
w went,” said Ruth, “and thankful
euough. I me! a man, and I know a
man when I seo one. So do you, Sarah
Larason.”
"You must have, a new dress to take
to Mrs. Marlow’s,” said Sarah, evasively.
“Your blue serge is simply dilapidated.
As to the man, there are others just as
good as Waul—Paul Wilkes. Perhaps
Mrs Marlow’s nephew is a man.”
“I shan't look at, him," cried Ruth,
“nor speak to him/,
‘“That will make things highly inter
esting,” Sarah chuckled. "'But has it
occurred to you, dear, that your heroics
are all for nothing, possibly? that Mr.
Wilkes may have been attentive to you,
and corresponded with you, and all that,
just for fun—just because nothing more
important, claimed him just then? In
that case, Mrs. Marlow’s nephew—”
Sarah was aware that that speech was
boldly ruthless, but she was unprepared
for the flash of anger in her sister's
beautiful eyee, for the grieved trembling
of her lips, for the haughtiness and the
indignation and the stern .reproach.
“He loves me,” Ruth cried, “and he
is true and brave and noble 1 Nothing
you can say will make, qpa doubt him.
He is good, he is honorable I"
And she went deliberately and took
his photograph from its little easel on
her bureau, and as deliberately touched
her lips to it.
Sarah did not speak immediately, be
cause she found herself strangely thrilled,
and because there was, surprisingly, a
moisture in her eyes.
“You can’t go in your old lace hat,”
she said, finally, in dry tones. “You
look like a fright in it. And Mrs. Mar.
low the owner of two factories, and a
fortune besides I You must have a new
Ruth sat with Mrs. Marlow on the
broad porch of that lady’s pretty
residence. Bhc had come, and a spirit
of unwillingness and dread ha 1 come
with her.
The old blue serge and the lace hat
had come, too. She had been Arm on
that point. She had od the serge now,
disguised by Sarah's anxious hands with
a soft, cascade of chiffon, and she was
looking unusually well in it.
Mrs. Marlow sat on the opposite side
of a little cherry table. It held two fra
gile cups and saucers.
"She has ten." Ruth ha'l written horns to
her mother and Sarah, "about six times a
day. 1 am drowned in tea. An 1 alia Iz a
little odd in some ways. She hasn't men
tioned yet the name of her nephew. She
always sayB 'my nephew.’ It doesu’t matter
in the least I haven’t the faintest Interest
in him. She expect* him Thursday after
noon. ”
This was Thursday afternoon.
But Ruth liked Mrs. Marlow. Preju
dice and apprehension could not alter
that. She was kind and gracious, and
handsome and imposing, and towards
Ruth she was openly affectionate.
She was warmly smiting at her now,
and smoothing down the delicate folds
of hsr black lare dress, and turning her
be-diamonded bracelet with plain ex
citement.
“The half-past fiye train, he wrote
me, distinctly," she said. “If he
shouldn’t come! Don’t you think Briggs
has had ample time to drive back from
the station, dear?”
“Yes,” Ruth rejoined, promptly.
She hoped Briggs was at that moment
driving home alone, she hoped Mrs.
Marlow's nephew had not come.
“I will just take a look up the road,"
said Mrs. Marlow.
And it struck Ruth that her hand was
positively trembling.
She strolled down the walk to ths
gste.
Ruth fell into a reverie. She saw—
well, she saw nothing but what lay near
est her tender heart. She saw a rather
brown fsce. with oddly expressive blue
eyes and a quick smile. She saw a
stretch of sandy beach; bright ill the
sun; s leafy walk, white with the moon
light a hotel piazza—a dancing hall.
But she saw the bronzed fsce every
where.
tied, the gate had
jkd * banged shut.
\ Ruth glanced down
She was sorry her mother and Sarah
were disappoiutodyz ntl troubled, but—
but—aho had his last dear letter In her
pocket this mmole—she alway carried
the last till another came—and it wa9
more to her, she JsSt, Ihaufll the wealth
the world boasts
Wheels had
clicked, opened?
There were voics
the walk.
Ohl. Her nephew had come. He was
tall and strong, iiglTumethiug like—a
little like—
Ruth rose. 81
at the table, not
that one of the oupj
And then—Rilitqg
at a loss in any,
forward and caiijil
nephew by Ins coafe!
“Paul,” she
“Paul Wilkes!’!*
“At your s.-rvioe!'”
Then he Imisthflaj;
and then he folded
“What— how—wShj;
as though tho ore®
from her in the tn|
impossibility.
“Why—when"
supplemented. ](|
ing her eyes, an)
moist. “Why,
nephew, that’s all <fear girl? I
am the ueplicw of several other persons
also, aud cousin tojquite an assortment
of individuals, and^he grandson,of —"
“You never told me)" :fl8ld£Rutb,
“never a syllable!” ( >‘r * f:
“He will explsu’,1 tt," Mrs. Marlow
murmured, amid *uqh tears as women
shed for happtoeiq* 2; /
"But I spoke oi. you to him’’ ,*I re
member speaking djPj&i, to him,” R ith
protested,"‘•"msrt tE^'oncc, Paul."
“We were not i.-c the*"very ti^st of
terms then, Paul anlS" v said Mrs. Mar
low—“not the be-,, ". You see, l In I
asked him to tftk-clthji manage nga’. •>:
is very anxi ft -, t >
id not. He a li I it
inaudibly,
Paul Wilkes,
boisterously,
V»j£rnii.
feeling
jlpidg away
biurdUy and
**jrer lover
•W Tv (is wip-
Ja ow&Wenj softly
aui Mrs...Marlow’s
p^e Mr. Gersel,
children. I
.Gersel .-Rber-
jTlitS uh'worldly
lank I I was
my future
ntso cruelly,
about telling
my two factor'.!-*,
have him, but he
would tliroW,
who had a wife
promised 11 pr<
wise, and will;
young man
seriously pi
heir, to treat
and I supj
him so.”,
Mrs, Jjgarli
whicliflldfalfi a
“You were,"
isingly—“you Wi
And it was *about
Grecue Harbor—b]
—and mot-"'you, d
mentioued^Mra.
alarmingly near
She's a relative of mic#, unfortunately—
a well-meaning, but:;unreasonable anl
obstinate—’ ” '
"Paul his aunt tfegged.
“But ^didnlT es^it-pl didn’t Say
anything at all. I thought that was my
best nlan."
“And just recently,Mear,” said Mrs.
Marlow, “my managoflKas taken another
position qj^hie own acoord, because my
factories needed a younger man, he said.
And tij«n Paul did condescend to come.
And in th«Tourse of oV correspondence
about it ho mentioned you, and I was
perfectly delisted. I wrote back that
we wouldn't WfKy a word to anybody
about it, but that he must meet you here
in my house, and—apd you see it all,
ffon’t you, Ruth, dear?" Mrs. Marlow
demanded, overflowijJ^witb pride and
joyful satisfaction.
11 LugW I" iSld Pa.wF
But Ruth, understood. Her happy,
earnest eyefeturned from Paul to his
aunt, and from Paul.
With Paul’s hantHfc-grasping hers,
and with his laughing,goring eyes upon
her, all things—the atiiagest —”JT*r# ex
tremely easy to understCid?
“Mother and Sarali, she was saying
to herself, gladly—“hfjlj fortunate, how
nice for them I"
She wrote a saucy libtl* letter to them
that evening *
"f have met Paul Wilkas here," she said,
"and it is all settled now. "-We are truly en
gaged, and 1 am so happy!"
And she told all the ^tonishiog truth
in a detailed six-page postscript.
AN INDIAN KITCHEN.
HOW THE FOOD OK THE RED
MAN IS PREPARED,
They Never Wash Thetr Cooking
Utensils, anil Consequently
Kvorythinir Hna a Mixed
Smell and Taste
Large Pap:rs ana Smalt.
There are large papeffeand small. Of
the former the Inrr,c^ perhaps ever
issued, in point of nuintur of pages, re
cently came Irom the messes of a San
j Francisco journal. TiJjre were no less
| than fifty sheets, making a paper of one
hundred pages.
The smallest regularly issued paper is
published ai Sarawak, ffl the Island of
Borneo. It is the Sarawak Gazette,
thirteen inches lofl^aad’eight and one-
quarter inches wide, jt made its bow
to the native* of the island for ths first
time in August, 1§70. The Gold Coast
Times is a pa pet not ifcy much larger
I th^i the Sarawak Gazette, but is printed
j c/il-plp ^J^-^raak Lsslis's.
I HAVE seen hundreds of meals pre
pared in the Indian fashion by ths
savages themselves during the last
twenty years while traveling be
tween British Columbia and Mexico,
up and down the Rockies, but I enn
say, in all honesty, that I have never
seen or smelled an Indian stew or roost
that I wanted to partake of it in ail my
wanderings,” said a gentleman to a
Washington Stsr wriler. “No, not
that—that's not the reason at all, for I
have been hungry enough, often, but
the fact is simply this: an Indian wants
a great deal to eat and cares little about
the details of cooking, while a while
man is more concerned about the manner
in which bis meal is be served than he is
about the quantity of it.
“A great deal on nonsense has been
written about the depraved appetites of
Indians, whet nasty messes of putres
cent meat, fish and oil they make way
with, and other like feasts; but just
stop a moment. Go down to that res
taurant across the street from us and the
chances are that if you are not used to it
I can order up a dish of Limberger
chese rfl turn your appetite adrift
or a plate of “gamey” deer meat whioh
will drive you from the scene.
“With the exception of rotten fish
and roe repasts Thave never smelled any
thing worse than the odor of a portion
of that particular oheese I have just re
ferred to in any Indian spread that has
been under my eyes. An Indian,
strangely enough, likes putrid ltsh, but
he docs not relish his flesh after that
fashion or his fowls; a distinctly rotten
egg he never eats, but eggs that are
well advanced toward hatching he rather
prefers; shell fish are always eaten fresh
by savages, and I know that if there was
any method not involving great care and
labor by which" animal and fish oils
could be kept sweet by their savage con
sumers these oils would be, for they
know and appreciate the difference just
as keenly as we do in the oase of eweet
or ranold butter. Oil takes the plaoe of
butter with them; but though they know
how to render the fats, and how to pre
serve the product thereof so as to be
sweet, yet the labor is never undertaken,
and the strong smell which hangs over
all the Indian kitchens, is due to this
oil itself or its residuum in the unwashed
wooden or metal utensils where it is
kept.
“Indians have a marked liking for ths
entrails of all birds, beasts and fishes—
these are the real glout morceaux; they
piuok and singe the feathers from most
of the land fowls and skin duoks, geese
and other water birds, and all animals,
and scale all fishes which are distinctly
scaled; no bird, animal or fish is ever
wasted after these steps are taken by the
squaws, who either put the result of
their dressing into a stewpan or spit it
for roasting before the coals or under the
embers; they object, to washing the
game or fish, saying that the water
spoils it! They use no salt in cooking
or pepper; no spices; no condiments
whatever.
“The Indian in his daily searen for
food takes almost anything he comes
acsoss and he has quite a large variety,
but when it comes out from the kitchen
the result is that U all tastes about th«
same—venison to-day boiled in a kettle
where fish were stewed yesterday, and a
goose goes into this kettle to-morrow—
in the meantime the kettle has never
been cleaned or emptied fully of this
day's repast ere the material for the next
day's dinner is thrown into it! Natur
ally, this curious, shiftless cooking gives
an indescribable flat and repugnant flavor
to everything that comes from the ket
tle day after day—at least, it is so de
clared by our palates. But the Indians
are satisfied—they simply eat to live,
and the pleasures of the table they connl
of less value than the ease of their labors
in the cuisine.
“Still Indians appreciate good cook
ing and were in the full knowledge of
making a variety of feast dishes which
were very good. They understood the
making of gravies, thick soups and corn
bread and the biking of fish and meats
to a turn long, long before a white man
evei set foot on fhe Americtn continent,
but the wooden dishes, such as platters,
birch bark kettles aud spoons of maple
or l>ass wood wore usually so charged
with ancient odors as to make a dis
agreeable impression upon everything
that was served in them when offered to
the white visitors, and neu'ralizel all
the skill of fhe squaw’s culinary efforts,
i The fac’ was that dish washing was an
undertaking much dt«!iked and seldom
thoroughly done in the Indian kitchen,
j and a ru '■■■•■ sen ring of tha kettm* erss
I about all that tha; ever got Defers baiag
recharged with a fresh supply of the raw
material.
“A small fire and a slow simmering,
slewing of meats and flah, vegetables
and berries was the invariable feature of
lodge fires when the Pilgrims first looked
in upon them. The wooden pans or
kettles were liberally charged with meat
cut Into chunks and partially filled with
water which was made to boil by reason
of hot stones regularly thrown in and
taken out as they cooled to make way for
freshly heated dorricks, which were kopt
in reserve among the embers of a steady
fire.
“As soon ns the iron kettles of the
white men were shown to cur Indians
Ihe labor-saving qualities of these vessels
were at once appreciated by Lo, who
made the utmost haste to possess himself
of them. But he did not. change the
result at all of his cooking. He sim
mered and stewed everything as hereto
fore and failed to wash the iron pots.
The act of roasting and boiling meats
and vegetables involved a vast deal more
labor for the squaws, and the sloven and
expeditious stow whereby enough for a
largo number of voracious feeders was as
quickly prepared as if for only a few
eaters—this universal stew became well
established among the savages long be
fore while men were known to them.
“An Indian warrior or buck when at
home, or when squaws surround him,
never gives the least attention to the
kicthen—not a hint or a suggestion, but
takes what the woman or women of his
household bring him without a murmur.
But after those buckshavo lived in con
tact with white men they often cook
at their own firesides, the pattern set
them being too forcible, since the white
trappers and pioneers were skilful and
particular in the preparation of their
meals when they had the leisure ”
Harvesting Almonds.
In an article on “Almond Culture in
'California," published iu Popular Sci-
znce Monthly, the writor says:
First to bloom in the spring, the al
mond is last to mature iu the fall. The
whole spring and summer long it hangs
there, a green poach for all the world,
and niter the first lew weoks never in-
eren«ing in size or changing in appear
ance. The seam is deeper than in most
peaches, but not deeper than in the ripe
apricot. Late in August this seam will
be seen to havo opened in a few of the
earliest. The grower's anxiety now
reaches its climax. Will his almonds
open and remain open until hurvosted,
or will the drupe remain closed, or only
partially open and then closo tight again?
The whole profit of the crop may de
pend on this question. It may cost half
they are worth to pick and husk them.
Just that thing happonod this year to my
nearest neighbor, and to several neigh
bors; while the nuts on this ranch
opened better and husked easier than
ever before in the wholo courso of its
thirty years of almond growing. The
result was, that our pickers earned a
dollar and a half a day picking at half
the cost per pound incurred by our
neighbors, whose men earned a dollar
and a quarter a day.
The nuls are knocked off the trees
with long poles. Where they have
opened nicely they are allowed to drop
on the bare ground, and are husked as
they arc picked up. The picker’s de
light, if he is working by the bushel or
box, is to see the ground covered with
nuts that the stroke of the polo and the
impact against the clods have completely
husked, so that he has nothing to do
but throw them into his basket. He is
lucky indeed if hall of them come out
that way. Those that do not are husked
with the fingers. Popular Science
Monthly.
The Famous Blarney otone.
Five miles west of the city of Cork,
Ireland, in a little valley where two
streams meet, stands the little village of
Blarney. The fame of Blarney is world
wide. It has a castle, and in the walla
of the castle the famous “Blarney
Stone ” is set.
The atone is a psrt of the solid
masonry, is fifty feet from the ground,
and about twenty feet below the pro
jecting roof of the building.
To kiss the blarney stone is supposed
to endow one with captivating witchery
of manner, to loosen his or her tongue
so that the whole of the conversation
will be oue solid stream of honeyed
words.
The situation of this talisman is such
that the kissing of it is rather a danger
ous feat, it being necessary to let the
votary down over the walls by means of
ropes. On the top ot the castle there is
a stone which many claim is the “true
Blarney" because the leat of kissing is
mot* easily accomplished.
This spurious stone has been in it*
present situation only seventy year-; tue
true blarney, mentioned ns being set in
the wall, bears the date of the building
of the castle, which is 1446.
The wonderful cheek of man some-
tunas covers thrss or four achers.—-
The Ahuaosta Pear.
One of the most noted trees in Santa
Barbara County, California, is a bearing
tree of the Ahuacata, growing upon the
grounds of E. If. Sawyer, of El Monte-
cito, the owner of the celebrated "‘Hot
Springs,” near El MontecitO. This tree
is about eighteen years old and is prob-
nbly the finest tree of the species in
California.
It lias borne fruit since it was eight
yeaisold aud is still prolific, the Sawyer
place being protected from the pre
vailing winds by a natural forest, and at
an olevation where there is practically no
frost. The fruit of this tree is held in
great esteem uy the inhabitants of Mex
ico and the West Indies. It is eaten raw
with salt and bread, made into sula 1 with
tho usual accompaniments, and in a
variety of other ways it is a subject
for tho neveronding round of
experiments with those who delight in
the preparation of dainty dishes. In
Mexico it is sometimes called Mantequilla
silvostro (butter of the woods) and is
deemed oue of the finest fruits of the
country. In the West Indies, where it
originated, the English-speaking inhabi
tants call it “vegetable marrow.” In the
markets of Ban Francisco the fruit is
sometimes offered for sale, and formerly
brought one dollar each It was eager
ly purchased by the “old-timers," who
bad made their acquaintance in their
Mexican habitat. The name “Alligator
Pear" of the Americans is doubtless a
conuption of the Mexican name, “Ahua
cata, ” pronounced All wah-kah-tab. Tho
tree is a magnificent evergreen, rivaling
the oak6 of our forests in size aud sym
metry. It is u member of the Laurel
family aud derives its name from Person,
the Egyptian tree, and “gratissima
(most grateful). It is one of the many
exotic trees, which should receive more
attention in California. I' is grown t >
some extent in Florida, whence tho fruit
is shipped to New York and P.iiladol-
phia.— Boston Transcript.
Fortunes Made By Aooldents.
One O'Keilly, a trader, iu casually
stopping at the house of a B >er nose
I’uoil, Gri qualand Went, saw some
children playing with a mimbsr ol ex
ceedingly pretty pebbles, and oh asking
hiB Dutch host whether he could take
one, he was promptly told that he could
do so, as “the children had plenty more
of them.”
O’Reilly took the stone to Grahams-
town and sold it for $8000; it was re
sold for $25,000.
A Dutchman named De Beer had built
himself the usual wattle and daub house
on his farm, but it had beeu erected lor
quite a long period before some inquir
ing prospectors found that, tho rough
cast used for the walls actually contained
diamonds. The farm speedily changed
bauds for $10,000. It now, with its
neighboring mines, produces over $15,-
000,000 of diamonds annually, the tola!
wealth from this discovery to date be
ing probably over $250,000,000.
At Wosselton, a Boer riding out at
sundown to bring in his horses from the
void!, where they had been running all
day, saw a small auimal called a
"meercat" (it somewhat resembles a
weasel and burrows iu colonies like rab
bits) industriously scraping some earth
from its hole. Some peculiarity of the
ground so thrown up led the Dutchman
to fill his handkerchief with it, nnd af
ter he had stabled his horses, by the
dismal light of a small lamp he ex
amined the nature of the earth. To his
astonishment and lelight he found a
three-quarter caret diamond in tho
sands.
Further search at the meercat's hole
revealed other diamonds, and six months
ago no less than $2,550,000 was refused
for the farm. Since the accidental dis-
eoveiy over 200,000 carets of tine white
diamonds have been extracted from the
mine.—London Tid-Bits.
Use Soienoe and Be Happy.
A citizen of Cambridge, Mass., pro
tects his ears from cat concerts and his
fruit and flowers from juvenile thieves
by means of a strip of zinc running along
on the top of his garden fence and con
nected with the electrte wires in his
house. Neither the cats nor the boys
are injured thereby, except from their
own wild jumps when they touch the
zinc.—Practical Electricity.
Head Hunling M“xican8 and bidlans.
It will be remembered that las' vear
I a stray Apache was killed by the Mex
ican* in Northeastern Sonora, and in
their desperation the Mexicans cut toe
Indian's head off. It is known that
there are yet several stray Apaches in
the Sierra Madre Mountains, and now
comes the revenge. About three months
ago ths body of a Mexican was found
about 175 miles southeast of Nogales
with the head severed from the body.
Now the news comes that another oue
has been found not far from the sarao
place, similarly mutilated.—Yuma (Ari-
leans'; Sentinel.