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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.