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FAYETTEVILLE NEWS,
FAYETTEVILLE, GA.
The United St ales Bureau of Animal
Industry claims to have discovered the
principle of inoculation for disease prior
to Dr. Koch.
Columbia College has a lauded estate
of about twenty acres in the best part of
Now York City, worth now $10,000,000
and likely to double in value in the upxt
decade.
For 1890 the South shows an increase
of $270,000,000 in assessed value of
property and in exports of $24,000,000,
nearly five times as much as the increase
at all other ports.
In Brazil the Protestaais are known in
some provinces as “Bibles,” in others as
“Jesuses,” iu others still as “The New
Sect.” In Ceara they are described as
“The Married Priests.”
Owing to the dearth of Lieutenants in
the English Navy it, is believed that s
ne.w regulation will be made advancing
their length of service five years and re
tiring them at fifty years of age, instead
of foity-five.
The report of the State Commission
that there are 3310 abandoned farms in
Maine is a concrete fact that must indi
cate, avers the New York Commercial
Advertiser, that all is not well in the in
dustrial and commercial system of New
England.
Very large steamboats are no longer
built on the Mississippi River, notes the
New York World. The White, the
Richardson and the Kate Adams were
the last of the great floating palaces on
the lower river, and they have been suc
ceeded by smaller boats that can enter
narrower channels and compete for busi
ness that the larger boats were forced to
slight.
At a test of steel manufactured at the
Carpenter Steel Works in Reading,
Penn., the record for strength was
•beaten. It required a strain of 233,833
pounds to break a one-inch steel bar.
This is 20,000 pounds in excess of the
highest known record, and is qiistly re
garded, says the San Francisco Chronicle,
as an American triumph. The test was
,made under the supervision of Govern
ment officers.
The Chicago Herald relates that a con
gregation not a thousand miles from
Chicago which has a debt upon its church
home, has set about its repayment by a
real estate speculation. Twenty thou
sand dollars has been subscribed for by
members of the congregation and in
vested in a tract of land near a growing
city in the West. This is to improve so
wonderfully that all contributors are to
have ten per cent, interest until they
get their money back again, and the
church is to be greatly enriched.
According to the American Banker the
total mileage of railroads in the United
States is 153,385 miles. This is repre
sented by $3,397,000,000 of securities
of various classes,of which $775,000,000
belond to the holders of bonds; and $2,-
621,000,000 to the stockholders, who
own the 1705 distinct roads, of which
the great network is composed. The
total aggregate of the dividends and in
terest paid last year on this extensive
railroad property amounted to $282,-
000,000, of which $88,000,000 were
divided by the stockholders, and $194,-
000 were paid as interest to the bond
holders.
The National Dairyman announces
that the ‘ ‘Texas cattlemen are now send
ing dressed beef to Europe by way of
New Orleans. One establishment ex
pects to ship six hundred tons every twe
weeks, and there is a prospect that the
business will be greatly enlarged. This
direct method is certainly much bettei
for the producers than the old way of
getting their live cattle to Chicago and
allowing the packers there to take a good
share of the profits accruing from the
foreign trade. Now, if our Texas friends
■will grade up their stock as rapidly as
possible, and thus improve the quality
and appearance of the beef, as well as
increase the weight of the carcas, they
•will make a good percentage of profit,
and be sure of a market for all that they
can produce.”
Modem medicine Is developing into a
grand bacillus hunt, exclaims tho Chi*'
cago Herald.
Mrs. Amelia Barr, tho American story
writer, is said to make more money than
does the Chief Justico of the United
States. ,
Census Superintendent Porter esti
mates that in 1900 the population will
be about seventy-eight millions, an in
crease of fifteen millions for the decade.
“It is hard," says a Western paper,
•“for free born and intelligent Americans
to transport themselves in imagination
back to the old mediaeval days wheD
knights of all kinds and degrees ruled
the roost.” But is it so hard? There
are to-day in active operation in this
country Knights Templar, Knights
of Pythias, Knights of the Forest,
Knights of the Key, Knights of
Old, Knights of Charity, Knights
of the Golden Circle, Knights of the
Silver Cross, Knights of Temper
ance, Kuights of Labor and a hundred
odd other species of knights. As a mat
ter of fact, you couldn’t throw a pebble
in any street of any city in the country
without hitting a knight, everyone of
whom is entitled to wear a uniform, the
gorgeousness ef which would have made
* medieval knight feel poor and cheap.
■ Seriously, the fondness of Americans for
knighthood is amazing, as well as amus
ing, and seems to be entirely out of rela
tion to their other characteristics.
It will probably surprise many per
sons, thinks the Chicago Herald, to learn
that Harvard University has no evening
reading-room or library facilities what
ever for its students.
According to tho last report of the
Secretary of the Treasury, the total
amount of money circulating in tho
country is $23.96 to each mau, woman
and child of the population.
The number of tons of freight moved
on all railroads in the United States in
creased fifty per cent, during the last
five years. No other nation iu the world
can exhibit so phenomenal an increase.
nnrArrr laomsma,
Oh r come to mo onco more! for all fn all
To me thou art—
The flower, the summer fouutain, to reoall
Joy to my heart.
Give me one hour beside thee ns of yore,
And when ’tfs flown,
With strougth renewed will I go forth once
more
To bo alone.
—Constantina E. Brooks, in Century.
Tho bad condition of the potato crop
has at least been of service to tho starch
mills, philosophizes the Cincinnati En
quirer. They Can make starch out of
potatoes that are good for nothing else,
and can get them very cheap.
Tho itaihoay Age, of Chicago, estimates
new track laid during 1890 at G080,
against 5200 in 1889. Over 2000 miles
of last year’s increase were in the South
ern group of States and about 1000 miles
wero in the Southwestern group. Tho
Northwestern group shows 1047 miles of
new track for 1890.
The death of General Terry at the age
of sixty-three brought out the fact, !
Btates the Chicago Herald, that nearly i
all of the great Federal Generals of tho :
war have died when between the ages I
I
of fifty-four and sixty-three. Among ,
them are mentioned Grant, Sheridan, :
Thomas, Logan, Ilalleck, McClellan, i
Hooker, Meade, Burnside, Curtis, Blair
and others of lesser note.
It would seem, remarks the Atlanta
Constitution, that the cattle barons ought
to adopt some system of caring properly
for their stock. Their present method
is wasteful if not wicked. It <3 esti
mated that more than 1,000,000 cattle
and other auimals died last winter in the
extreme Western and Southern States
and Territories of neglect and starvation,
and probably hundreds of thousands
were frozen to death.
Something of the spirit of ’76 must
linger in the bosom of the Illinois farmer,
muses the New York Telegram. The
fast express on the Rock Island road
came to Chicago on a recent morning
half an hour late, because a farmer had
taken to the track aud insisted that he
had the right of way. Expostulations
were in vain and the procession moved
into Chicago, the farm wagon just ahead
of the locomotive. A detachment of
police broke up the procession finally,
but John Reardon had done enough to
demonstrrte his theories of the rights of
man in general and railroad rights of
way in particular.
TILDA’S KNIGHTS.
BY RAY LEDYARD.
A pretty American girl aud an Eno--
lish cathedral I
She stood under the great north win
dow’ and looked up and down. It
seemed very dark aud quiet after the
bright sunlight on the grass of the close
outside. She waited a moment, wiukino-
a little harder than usual until her eyes
grew accustomed to the dim light.
“'Ah, this is better than that stuffy lit
tle hole of an inn!” she thought, and
continued her explorations, of the cathe
dral together with her remarks to ' her
very companionable self.
“numl ‘The purest example of early
English architecture.’ That’s what the
‘A B C’ of architecture said, any way,
and although I know nothing about it,
it certainly sounds well. Looks well,
too, I declare!”
She stood for some time under the
cast window, looking down the middle
aisle. On each side the grand pillars
seemed to grow misty and dim as they
reached upward. Far down shone the
gilding on the choir-screen,’and tho faint
light from the stained windows fell in
long slants across the stone floor.
“Well, this will never do. I am ac
tually beginning to feel a reverence for
tho place. Absurd sentimentality 1 I
will see if thc'clioiris open.”
It wasn’t, and she turned back down
the middle aisle. Long rows of chairs,
with kneeling attachments behind, and
little boxes for prayer book and hymnal
underneath. ’Tilda dropped into one.
“I think I should like to be here at
evening service,” she said. “Let’s see,”
—consulting a very small watch—“that’s
not until 4. It is now 3:30. What can
Ido? Oh, I know; I’ll look at all these
old knights. IIow quiet they are, one
between each pillar.” The click of her
heels sounded on the stones as she walked
across to tho first. “Now, why in the
world don’t they have bigger waists?
Every one of them with archest as big as
a German officer’s, and a waist as small
as a Frenchwoman’s. How uncomfort
able! So straight he lies, too. Head
back, toes up, hands down at each side.
No; you’re-uo better,”—to the next one
—“even if you have your dog at your
feet. Oh, fora knight with a waist that
doesn’t look as it it would break in two!
Now, how on earthjcould you ever sit a
horse, with all that armor on, and no
more waist? If I find him I’ll fall in
love with him on the spot; I’ll even look
him up in the guide book, which is much
more to the point.”
She strolled along, her nose rather in
the air, and one’hand in the pocket of
her short jacket. Knight after knight
passed under her inspection. Some had
been to the Holy LaudJ' as shown by the
crossed knees. Some had died-ther^f? iiso .it sho/Jffiiled down at him, then
pretty sister, and was her abjeot slave.
He now laid down his book and fixed
his eyes, very bright with interest, on
"Tilda’s face.
“Oh, ’TildaI did you really? Who
was it?”
“That is what l am trying to find out,
but I appear to be interrupted. You see
he’s a splendid old knight in the cathe
dral. Ho looks like a fine nobleman,”
and thon she held forth as regards
waists. Tom wiggled about as evidence
that his jacket wasn’t tight, and Jem
furtively stuck his thumb through his
belt. “A fellow lias to wear his belt
tight with flauncl shirts, to keep his
trousers up," he growled.
“Perhaps my knight always wore sus
penders and boiled shirts,” suggested
’Tilda, “and didn’t have to lace like
youug men nowedays.”
“Oh, Isay! read your guide-book, will
you, aud find out about him.”
“Oh, I will; and when I find him I’ll
offer him my heart and hand, and all the
rest that is necessary for an effect and a
climax. His name—what is his name?
Not that it makes nuy difference. At
last—here ho is—now I’ll ’’
“Well, what’s the matter?”—for ’Til
da had suddenly beeomo absolutely si
lent. She was poring over the guide
book with a red face and more interest
tlinutho occasion warranted.
“Why on earth don’t you read about
him?”
Whereupon ’Tilda began in a very
small voice:
“Thisis quoted from an old book:
‘He was in all things brave and honor
able, a knightc moste royalc to hys ladie,
and fightynge for the true religion in Pal
estine, whither ho journeyed in the
years ’ Bother dates. Then there
is a lot about his father and grandfather,
who seem .to have been of doubtful char
acter, and that’s all.”
’Tilda turned innocently to her hi; of
sewing, aud apparently ended the mat
ter. This, considering her former en
thusiasm, seemed a little sudden.
“ ’Tilda,” remarked Tom, presently,
“what did you sav his name was?”
“Mrs. Truner, who had been looking at
the guide-book in her turn, seemed to
find something to amuse her there. Her
daughter folded up her work and
yawned.
-“Oh, I’m tired,” she said. “Good
night, everybody.”
It was very quiet for a few minutes in
the little circle, then came ah exclam
ation from Tom—along-drawn “Oh-ooo-
ooo!’’
“What’s up?” from Jem.
“Just look here.”
Jem leaned over the much-consulted
book.
“By Jingo 1 if that old codger’s name
isn’t William of something or other, aud
if sho didn’t skin out of letting us know,
and cut and run when Tom sprung it on
her. Whew! if I don’t make her remem
ber that. Offer her hand and heart,
will she? I’ll bet she will—not. Just
let her wait until to-morrow.”
# >1* * * * *
Another long Juno day passed in the
quiet of the cathedral. Again ’Tilda
wandered across the smooth grass to the
evening service. For some reason she
kept her hand in her pocket, and when
she reached the cathedral she walked
styyp ghA to Sir William's side. For an
Perhaps there is at present no more
interesting field for the ethnologist,states
the Atlanta Constitutson, than that af
forded by Eastern Asia and the territory
of the Sclav. The Russian character is
daily becoming more familiar to us
through the spread of national literature.
But the more we see of it the odder it
grows. Strange stories come daily from
the Russin press; of peasants who flog
themselves in repentance; of people who
trade wives; of natives who plot against
monarchy and secretly believe in it. An
eminent noble recently advertised that
for a ruble he would sell a pyvrdcr
which when put in warm water would
breed chicks. And the rubles poured in
by thousands. The gradual exposition
of this simple-minded, gullible, but art
ful and partly insincere people, is one
of most interesting studies of the times.
The first great literary feature of the
new year is the publication of extracts
from the famous Memoirs ot the Prince
de Talleyrand, the distinguished French
statesman, in tho Century Magazine for
January. The manuscript of the “Me
moirs of M. de Talleyrand” was to be
published thirty years after the death of
the author in 1838—that is to say, in
1868. M. Andral, to whose charge this
task had been intrusted, delayed the pub
lication for twenty years. On the 24th
of May, 1868, he signed the following
declaration: “By the terms of the will
which has given the charge to us, the
memoirs of the Prince de Talleyrand can
not be published until twenty years.
The manuscript is scaled and iu safe
keeping; no copy of it exists.” M.
Andral, at the beginning of the illness
which ended his days, by a will of 1887,
transmitted his rights to the Due de
Broglie. Napoleon III.—so it is said—
engaged with M. Andral not to publish
these memoirs before 1891. Tho pas
sages which had been shown to him were
in striking contradiction with tho me
moirs of the great NApoleon written a!
St. Helena. These memoirs have been
impatiently awaited throughout the
world, and their appearance in the en
terprising Century has excited great in
terest in this country.
but all had small waists.. ’Tilda reached
the last space, near the door, and stopped
short. A broad ray-from a window fell
on the effigy lying there, and softened
the gray stone with tender lights aud
Bhades. A hajf-smile seemed to play on
the battered lips. Tho head was turned
easily to the right, the left haud thrown
across the breast, while the right grasped
a heavy sword resting at his side.
| Very worn, and crumbling in some
parts, but tins memory of a Uravc aud
valiant man lived in the stone so many
centuries old, aud, “Oh,” thought
’Tilda, “here’s my man! The only one
with a respectable waist.”
| , Then she sat down beside him and
studied the worn inscription. She could
make nothing of it, not even his name,
i So she sat and dreamed. The sweet,
; calm face seemed turned to her, and the
\ sunlight shifted aud included her iu its
shaft. A sudden clatter, and a proces
sion of school-boys in quaint ruffles
marched by, very much out of step, soon
to be transformed into ch#rubs iu cas-
nocks. ’Tilda shook off her dream, took
up a prayer-book, aud presently followed
the stately service with the most laudable
precision.
I .. But when the white-robed procession
had fluttered itself through the stone gate
way,and the few old woiutn and lingering
black-veiled ladies had departed, she
hesitated, and laying her hand tenderly
on the stone one of the old effigy, said,
soitlv: “Good-bye, Sir Knight!”
******
I “Whatever is the matter with ’Tilda?
She’s reading the guide-book!”
| “’Tilda, dear, do you feel ill?”
| “How docs your brain stand it?”
I To which irrelevant remarks ’Tilda
raised a pair of perfectly calm brown
eyes and coolly surveyed her brothers.
“The ‘matter with me,’ Thomas, ex
ists in your own uncertain brain. I’m
1 quite well, I thank you, Jem; only whilo
1 you were all off on that long, hot walk, I
had nn adventure!”
| Mrs. Turner looked across the table
at her daughter with a little anxious
movement. Sometimes this same pretty
daughter gave her cause for nervousness,
simply from her extremely picturesque
way of looking at things. This time,
however, she said:
i “Nothing to bother you, mamma,”
and proceeded to the boys. “You would
never guess in the world, so I’ll just tell
you.” Solemnly she laid a hand on the
' shoulder of each. “I have fallen in
love!”
|i “Huh! Just as if everybody didn’t
know that before, with that William
I Grayson fellow hanging around at Leam
ington and Stratford—and—pretty near
ly everywhere we’ve been, and the fat
letters—”
“My dear boys, do you think it likely
that I should have met him in the cathe-
i dral this afternoon, when wo left him
: quietly settled for a month at least at
' Stratford? And you know very well
j that he forwards and incloses all ray
letters, so, of course they are fat. Why
don’t you venture into the realms of pos
sibility, Jem?”
Nevertheless, there was a small flush
during this gallant defense, which for
tunately escaped the usually sharp eyes
of the two boys.
“Well, who was it, then?” in a surly
tone from Jem. Jem was oighteen, and
a year younger than 'Tilda, whom he
thought he managed, but who really
ruled him with the utmost tyranny. As
for Tom, enly fourteen, ho looked in
simple' and adoring admiration on his
pulled her hand out of her pocket with
a very corpulent envelope in its clasp.
On opening, several letters fell out, some
in the slanting, angular writing of the
modern girl graduate, one in an old-
fashioned copper-plate hand—“That’s
grandpa’s”—aud one in a strong, black
scrawl—“From brother Carl. Hum!
how nice of—him to forward them.
Let’s see what he says,” opening a small
note in the same writing ns the direction.
“So proper! Oh, yes. ‘This is to let
you know that I have read none of the
enclosed, but have forwarded them sans
envelopes as more convenient.’ Well?
‘Ilis regards to my mother.’ Ah? now I
proceed to investigate. Thought so!”
Carefully fitted inside one letter was
a tiny sketch; in another a few verses;
another held a sheet of finely-written
foreign paper and
“So this is your knight, is it?”
sounded Jem’s voice. “He does look a
good sort of fellow. Got a black eye in
the Holy Land, didn’t you, old chap?
Wonder how your namesake, nee Grey-
son, is feeling? Pretty lively, I guess,
with those pretty English girls next
door. How they cau play tennis. By
Jove!”
“Jem,” remarked ’Tilda, a little cold
ly, “the service is about to begin. If
you are going to stay, here is a prayer-
book and hymnal. It is the seventeenth
day of the month, and ”
But Jem was gone. ’Tilda slipped
her letter into a prayer-book, and read
it all through the first lesson.
“Couldn’t have heard him, any way,”
she said. Again she lingered after ser
vice. Again she laid her hand on the
stone knight’s.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You have done me good. You
write very nice leters, although
you are rather afraid of express
ing yourself. You sketch well,
too. I should like to go sketching with
you some day—William;’’which remark
seemed somewhat inappropriate when
addressed to a stone effigy some centu
ries old. ’Tilda suddenly pulled a ro.se-
bud from her belt and pushed it under
the stone hand. “There 1” she said.
“There’s to your memory and mine, too
and don’t let anybody take it away unless
he hears your name. Sir Knight, I bid
you farewell!”
The next day they went to Paris.
Dressmakers, sight-seeing, and the usual
American round of Parisian pleasure
’Tilda bought gloves at the Louvre,
mouchoirs at the Bon Marche, ate the
light waffles fried in the open air, drank
the very mild syrups, and declared them
a travesty on sodawater. All these things
sho did, besides wishing herself back in
England. Letters coiilrh no longer be
inclosed, for the bankers now had a
permanent address, aud woe unto ’Tilda
if an epistle bearing a certain postmark
fell into the hands of Tom or Jem.
’Tilda didn’t care for Paris. ’Tilda
couldn’t bear the chatty boulevards, and
the beligerent cocher with his snapping
whip. ’Tilda looked for letters, and re
ceived news that a friend hnd migrnted
to the self-same cathedral town for
sketching.
’Tilda’s eyes grew big xfitu a newly-
found idea, and she glanced cautiously
at Jem, who was reading at the window.
Then she rested her chin on both hands,
and considered.
“He almost ‘said so,’ that .day we went
on the walk. In fact he did; but I made
a face or something, and \ suppose he
thought I didn’t care one snap. Oh, but
l do, though? I found t.b-t ok-v as soon
jis he wns out of sight. Queer, wasn’t
It! ‘Out of sight, in mlnd.’j But I have
no time to moralize—not I—so hero
goes,” and ’Tilda wrote a letter. To
day the end came tho following:,
“You will find a friend of mine in the
cathedral. Ho lies in the first space to the
right of tho choir. I lilted him first because
ho was more natural than tho others. Then
I fonnd out his name, and ns it was yours,
too, perhaps liked him none the less.”
So far so good. Hero ’Tilda bit her
pen.
“1 left a flowor in his hand,” sho wrote on,
rapidly. “I dare say no one has placed one
there for a long time. Perhaps if he knew
you bore his name ho would not mind your
taking it. We shall reach Hover on Tuesday
by tho packet.”
With n very red face ’Tilda sealed her
letter and posted it herself. There was
no time for an answer, but there was a
youug man at Dover to meet the packet,
and Jem pinched his sister enthusiasti
cally.
Yery sweet and quiet was ’Tilda. Not
a gleam of mischief in her eyes, not a
trace of embarrassment iu her manner.
Poor Groysou had been in Dover for two
rainy days, with only a very dusty and
dilapidated roso-bud in his pocket for
compensation. ’Tilda’s unusual quiet
and calmness he thought rnther worse
than the rainy weather, and when she
declared herself tired to death and left
the hotel parlor at nine o’clock, his dis
comfiture was complete. Could there
be some fellow in Paris?
In the morning all was changed, aud
'Tilda descended to breakfast in a fresh
gown aud he * most impudent manner.
Everything pleased her, and when Grey-
son proposed a walk with tho boys, she
assented with apparent euthusiasm. All
went well until Jem became possessed
with a most unruly spirit.
“Tom,” he remarked, with solemnity,
“I have always heard that tho Dover
shops are particularly celebrated for the
pretty girls behind the counters. Tom!
it is our duty to investigate.”
“Jem," remarked ’Tilda, “it is cer
tainly uncomplimentary to your sister’s
small pretensions at beauty to be forced
to resort to»sliop-girls,”
‘.‘’Tilda, my dear sister, our admira
tion is quite superfluous, aud we will bid
you fond farewell.” With which very
pretentious leave-taking, Jem dragged
Tom away.
’Tilda looked as she fejt, a little
b\auk. Greyson looked at ’Tilda.
Then that young lady rallied her forces.
“Boys aro rather amusing sometimes,”
she remarked.” “They always tease me
in some way, hut this is a new direction.
Nothing like variety, you know.”
“Yes,” he admitted; “variety in some
things, but not in others.”
“Oh! the exception proves the rule,
of course—or tries to. Do you consider
me the rule, the exception or the variety
—show?”
“Now, Miss ’Tilda, what do you mean
when you talk so?”
“Mean? I’m sure I don’t know. Noth
ing much, I suppose. A woman seldom
means what she says or says what she
means.”
Greyson felt a queer dazed feeling
about his head. Then a sudden, quick
little motion on ’Tilda’s |jnrt suggested a
new idea. Was she nervous? Did she
feel in as many contrary ways as he did?
In short, was she consistent, after all,
and not as she said, a “variety show?” It
was amazing how much temporary bra
vado ijiis gave him. He tpok a dusty
and crumpled bud from his pocketbook
without a word.
“Ohl” remarked ’Tilda with great in
difference, “you found it, didn't you? I
thought it might amuse you. How did
you like your namesake—I mean—that is
—his—your—at least you arc his name
sake, of course ”
“Yes,” interrupted Greyson, with no
indifference at all; “I found it, aud I
was wondering”—his courage began to
vanish into thin air—“I was wondering
if I had found anything else.”
“Anything else?”—with very much
wide-eyed surprise and much assurauco.
Yes, ‘anything else.’ You know
perfectly well—look around at me—that
I am good for nothing and all that sort
of thing” —'Tilda nodded with spirit—
“and that I care a lot more for you than
do about myself or anything else.” |
Poor Greyson stumbled on, regardless of
Tilda’s supremo composure. “If you i
did, by any chance, say you cared more
than a snap of your fingers for me, I ,
couldn’t believe it. You never mean
what you say, you told me just now. j
Oh 1 why can’t a woman allow a man to i
understand her a little?”—aud Greyson
turned away as if to seek strength in tho
blue stretch of sky and sea. !
No sooner had lie turned than he felt .
his sleeve plucked. ’Tilda was holding |
a very small portion of said sleeve be- j
tween her thumb and forefinger. i
‘I should have to care a great deal il
I cared more than a snap of my finger, '
because I can’t snap my fingers.” I
This was begun impudently, hut ended
with a little lowering of her voice. I
‘And as for meaning what I asy—
Oh!”—a pause—“I think—a man is so
stupid!”—with a little stamp. “Of ,
course 1 never mean what I say—never, |
and I say now that I don’t care a bil
about you. There!”—Frank Leslie's.
CURIOUS FACTS.
A Chinese pheasant is worth $5 In
Oregon.
Matches have been iu common use
since 1829.
Gatchina, tho Russian Czar’s home,
contains 700 rooms.
In Franco tho bankrupt man is not
allowed to servo ou tho jury.
Charles Little has been arrested, iu
Indiana for stealing a monument.
Tho coinage of a sovereign costs tho
English mint three-quarters of a penny.
The Corcan alphabet is phonetic, and
so simple that any one can learn to read
in a day.
It has been calculated that there are
about 200,000 families living in Loudon
on about $5 a week.
A schoolboy of good family committed
suicido in Vienna, Austria, because he
found Latin so difficult.
Tho Buddhists of Japan propose to
establish a bank iu order to obtain funds
for tho propagation of their religion.
It is alleged that tho catacombs of
Rome contain tho remains of 6,000,000
human beings, aud those of Paris about
3,000,000.
To a certain extent, the harder a tea-
plant is picked, the more it becomes
stimulated to reproduce new shoots iu
place of those lost.
There are only two manufactories of
tape measures in the United States—the
principal one at Brooklyn, N. Y., aud
the other at Cleveland L Ohio.
The Rev. W. II. Murray, amissionary
at Peking, has devised a system for
teaching the blind and has reduced the
Chinese language to 408 syllables.
A San Diego County (Cal.) horti
culturist is going to graft the many live
oaks on his placo with chestnuts, which,
he has learned, will succeed well on oak
trnoa-
The white mourning of the youthful
Queen of the Netherlands is a revival of
an old custom. Some ancient orders
of nuns, corresponding to the passionate
one for men, used to diess in white.
It is usually said that there are but sev
en nine-lettered monosyllable words in
the English language, viz.: Scratched,
stretched, crunched, scrunched,
screeched, squelched aud staunched.
A man who lately refused to aid a
British policeman struggling with a
party of roughs has been fined $100.
The law requires that a citizen shall
render help under such circumstances.
An Abilene (Kan.) man recently set
tled a large estate belonging to his de
ceased father in New Yoik, dividing the
property satisfactorily among a number
of children at a cost of only thirty cents,
and that was for postage.
Smokeless powders are not noiseless,
as is so frequently stated. The noise is
somewhat different from that of black
powder being on a higher key; but it
cun be heard quite as distinctly and as
far as when tho latter is used.
Some hunters will not eat the meat of
a deer that has been run and worried by
dogs, but only of those which have been
killed by what is called still hunting—
that is, which are shot and killed and so
don’t suffer much before they die.
Thomas II. Benton and Charles Lucas,
of Missouri, fought two duels on Bloody
Island in the Mississippi River in the
same yeai', 1817. The first occurred
August, 12th, the second September
27th. In the first Lucas was wounded
and in the second he was killed.
Thousands of gold crests annually
cross and recross the North Sea at tho
wildest period of the year, and, unless
the weather is rough, generally make
their migrations in safety. And yet this
is the smallest and frailest British bird—
a mere fluff of feathers and weighing
only seventy grains.
THIS SHRINKINOI WORLO,
this world Is growing smaller,
! smaller every day,
till now ihero Isn't any place so very fa
away. V ’
The lands which wore so wide apart thaj
I months would intervene .■;!
Have crept up near each other till there’s but
j a week between. ^,4
It used to be a great long while from Boston
' on the bay
To where tho broad Pacific washed the peb*
| bles with its spray; *j
But now those shores are neighbors in their
nearness so to speak, ^
The distance has been lessened to about a
half a week. -j
To talk with China once required fully half
' a year,
While now wo simply shout “Hello 1” and
[ whisper in her ear.
And islands lost and far apart when history
| commenced
Are chatting with each other, now that
; space has been condensed.
It sets us all to thinking what the future may
j reveal,
jWith electricity hitched up in harness of
| steel.
We’ll breakfast In America and lunch in
London town,
Or flit across to China just to watch the sun
go down.
With steamship lines and railroad trains and
1 telegraph and all,
We have compressod this mighty globe into
a little ball.
The land is just a step across, the sea is but
i a pond,
We’ve got this world encompassed and wo
sigh for worlds beyond.
We’re looking toward tho sky the while wo
I fashion year by year
Some new and wondrous instrument to draw
| the planets near.
And engineers and scientists perchance may
very soon ,j
Bo do away with distance we can climb up
on the moon. ,
—Chicago Herald. |
The Ruin of the California Missions.
The ruin of the missions was com
pleted by the American conquest. The
few remaining Indians were speedily
driven or enticed away, for the rough
frontiersmen who came over the plaius
knew nothing of missionary friars or
civilized Indians; they came here to
squat on public land, and respected no
possession beyond 160 acres, aud that
only in the hands of one familiar with
the English language aud modern weap
ons. None of the establishments retains
its original character.
Where population has grown up
around the site, ns at Santa Clara, San
Francisco aud San Rafael, they became
parish churches. At other places squat
ters took possession of them, extruding
priest and inayor-domo impartially, and
iu more tlinu one case even the churches
were sacrilegiously degraded to the use
of stables aud the like. Iu others many
parts of the buildings were demolished
for the sake of the timber, tiles and other
building material they afforded.— Cen-
tury.
Hot Water for Felons.
I wish I could get farmers to remem
ber that there is no liniment, or plaster,
or salve, that is equal to hot water for
felons, ruurouuds or bruises, writes a
correspondent. Last Juno I was taking
up an iron pump that was 200 feet long;
I had just got ono sixteen-foot length up
wheu the grappling slipped and it went
to the bottom. I caught one of my fin
gers and tore off the nail and some flesh,
no doctor within sixteen miles; before
the uumness had goue I had the finger in
water as hot as I could bear it and kept
it there for about ten minutes, until the
soreness went away, then I tied it up iu
a rag and went to work again.
I had to cut some of the ragged skin
and flesh away, aud for about a week I
had to put that finger into hot water
several times a day whenever it felt sore
or painful, but I never lost a minute’s
time or sleep on account of it. I found
the best way to put some warm water in
a vessel aud place the vessel on the stove
and keep the finger in it while the water
got as hot as I could bear aud until tho
soreness seemed to go away.
For felons put the vessel on the stove
and warm it up as hot as can be borne
several times a day, say for fifteen min
utes at a time, keeping the felon well
covered.—Farm, Field and Stockman.
A Smuggling Experience.
A man about town was relating tho
other day a little experience of lus iu the
mnttcr of smuggling—I will not say into
this port. He will at least never try tho
! same thing iu the same way. Coming
from Odessa, he brought with him a
small quantity of the very best Turkish
tobacco. Before leaving the vessel he
spread it out and folded it iu largo silk
handkerchiefs, and placed it next the
skin under his vest. The ample chest
protector in no degree gave him a suspi
cious fullness, but it was as much as he
could do to walk ashore by the plank aud
vouch some place where he could tear
this horrible poultice from him. Medi
cal practice knows that tobacco thus ap
plied is one of the most powerful of
emetics.—New York Star.
j The Dominion of Canada.
I The Dominion of Canada embraces to
day, under the Federal Government, tho
entire territory o( British North America,
• including tho islands,with the exception
of Newfoundland, which has so far pre-
! ferred to remain outside the confcdera-
! tion. This vast area is divided into
seven provinces and four territories,
keeping a bouquet fresh for along time: Tlio provinces aro as follows, taken in
“I put a little salt, a tablespoonful or the order of their population and wealth:
more, in the bottom of the vase. Then Ontario, Quebec, Nova Beotia, Now
PITH AND_P0INT. !
Tho heathens often indulge iu idol
chatter.—Statesman.
Samson and Damocles were much alike
-A hair cut meant ruin for both.
I “Adversity brings out our good
points.” “Yes; by the roots 1”—Puck.
'Tis woman draws us with so fine a thread, '
Man, blindod, thinks he leads when he is led.
—Judge.
! The difference between repartee and
impudence is the size of the mau who
Bays it.—Elmira (N. Y.) Gazette.
1 “I’m going fishing, wife; give me
some doughnuts.” “Going to use them
for bait?” “No, for sinkers.”—Ashland
Press. i
i After all, the only way to profit by tho
experience of others and avoid their
troubles is to die young.—Atchison
Globe.
i “If you found five dollars, would you
try to find the owner?” Pat—“Fail,
no, I am no hog. I’d be satisfied finding
the five.”
Alack and alas for my broken purse!
She’ll go to the play, or.I to gr« «!
The combination couldn’t be woi-so—
A lack and a lass 1 ,
Edward—“I desire to kiss you, Mabel.” -
Mabel—“Put your request in writing,
Edward, and I will refer it to mamma.”
—Manhattan.
Go to the clock, thou smart youth!
Consider how, when it begins to get
fast, it always meets a setback.—Buffalo
[N. Y.) Express.
The most bashful girl ever heard of
was the young lady who blushed- when
3he was asked if she had not been court
ing sleep.—Scottish American.
While engagiBg in their fanatical and
fantastic ghostdances the Indians should
not forget that some one will have to
pay the piper.—Philadelphia Press.
He—“Shall I come and talk to you
while you have your tooth pulled?” She
—“No, I don’t think it will be neces
sary to take gas.”—New York Herald.
Only when we’re its victims is it human
That we should blame inconstancy iu wo
man.
—Judge.
“What have you been doing for the
last year?” asked one seedy-looking man
is lie stopped another on tho street.
“Time,” was tfie laconic reply.— Wash*
ington Post.
“And you are really engaged to young
, Charlie Quibble? Why, he’s nothing
1 but a poor lawyer.” “Well, ho won’t
be long, if he pleads every suit a3 suc
cessfully as he has his own.”
The statesman who the race has won j
Rests on his oars. j
The statesman who his race has run ;
Rests on his sores.
—Chicago Tribune.
Tomdik (who is reading tho newspa
per)—“A distinguished poet recently
wrote a long poem on an empty stom
ach?” Mrs. Tomdik—“What an uniu-
1 viting theme I”—Chicago Inter-Ocean. 1
] A little girl was trying to tell he*
1 mother how beautifully a certain lady
could trill iu singing, and said: “Oh,
mamma I you ought to hear her gargle.
| She does it so sweetly.”—Farmington
j (N. H.) Times.
| ! First Wife—“And you have been
married t wenty years 1 Really, you must
excuse me for asking, |jut does your hus
band still kiis you every day?” Second
Wife (proudly)—“Yes, always. My
j Tom is one of the most conscientious men
I ever knew.”—Somerville Journal.
! i Brown—“Tell mo, do you think that
Hobbs ever says what isn’t exactly true?”
Eogg—“Well, I should not like to
charge Hobbs with uutruthfulness; but
if ho himself believes one-huudredtb
part of the stories he tells, he must be
the most credulous mau alive.”—Boston
Transcript.
A good deal of interest attnehes to the
experiment now boiug made by some
eminent surgeons on a couple of dumb
animals to test the feasibility of trans
ferring braius from one to another. If
it succeeds, and can be applied to the
human race, it w : ll fill a long-l'elt want.
—Boston Herald.
A Man’s Way to Keep a Bouquet.
A St. Louis man tells his method ol
I fill tho vase with ice broken into
pieces the size of a walnut. On this I
put the bouquet, the same as you put
the stems into a glass of water. I never
put any water in the vase, however.
Enough comes from the melting ice and
salt.”
Brunswick, Manitoba, l'riucc Edward
Island and British Columbia. The four
territories, which include vast areas of
prairioland ia the great Northwest, very
thinly populated, urc Alberta, Assiuiboia
Ea3t, Assiniboia West and Saskat
chewan.
Man’s Face.
The two sides of tho human face are
not exactly alike, and a German biologist
asserts that tho lack of symmotry is, as a
rule, coufiDod to the upper parts of tho
face. Iu two cases out of five the eyes
are out of line, and seven persons out of
L.ery ten have stronger sight iu one eye
than in the other. Another singular fact
is that the right car is almost univer
sally shorter than the left, not only a
little shorter, but enough to show evjv-
iu inexact measurement,—St. Louis (
public.
