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OOtfNTY at % ❖ «• • -Y Pi §£- “Our Ambition is to make a Yeracious Work, Reliable in its | Statements, Candid in its Conclusions, and Jnst in its Yieis." VOL. I. One of the most difficult problems to solve in Great Britain at present is what to do with the vast army of young ladies of good family who are looking for em ployment. _____________ The French Council has taken oil the I.egion of Honor list 15? persons who sc outed their crosses fraudulently, and has suspended sixtv-six others pending a more thorough examination. Confederate money and bonds find a ready sale at good prices in Nashville and some other Southern cities, records the New York World. Many of the purchasers are curiosity seekers, who buy the bills for relics, but there are many other buyers who invest in the notes in the fond hope that they may some day be redeemed. The last Chiuese “census'’ was in 1887, and the population was 319,383,- 500 for China proper, or 200 to the square mile. For the Empire, 382,429, - 572, or an average of 85 to the square mile. Rhode Island has 255, Massachu setts 321, New Jersey 101, Connecticut 128, New York lOOto the square mile. England has nearly 500. China is a very sparsely settled country by comparison. According to the St. .Tames Gazette , the British Viceroy of India rules more subjects than the Emperor of Russia, the President of the United States, and the President of the French republic, taken together; he has more real oppor tunities of usefulness than President Carnot or President Cleveland, and his outward state and dignity in his domin ions are scarcely less than that of the Czar himself. One ease of advertising for a wife has turned out well, moralizes the New York Mail and Express, and it was an interna tional match at that. Miss Gold, of Sus sex, in England, agreed in that way to marry a Alississippi farmer i allied Mitchell, and started for this country on the ship Scholten. In the wreck of that steamer Miss Gold behaved so bravely that Mitchell thought she was worth going to England for, and so they were married at the bride's home. Prof. Blaisdell, of Beloit College, Wisconsin, has given to the Regents of Mount Vernon a small volume entitled “A View of the )Var,” which once be longed to George Washington. One of the fly leaves bears the following inscrip tion in Lord Erskine's handwriting, addressed to Washington: “It has been my good fortune through life to be asso ciated with the most talented and dis tinguished men of Europe; but you, sir, are the only human being for whom I ever felt a reverential awe, totally un like anything I ever felt for any other of the human race.” David Dudley Field has been impress ing upon a Congressional committee what he believes to be the unwisdom of going to Europe for our State names when we are so rich in the musical words of the Indian. New Y'ork, he said, was just about the worst name that could have been selected for an American State. President Lincoln, he thought, ought to have insisted that YVest Vir ginia was too poor a name with which to admit anew State, when Cumberland and Kanawha were so available; and in steadof New Mexico wc should have had Montezuma. YVherefore he hopes that hereafter we will have no such misnam ings when Territories apply for State hood. In 1887 the South made a larger corn crop than ever before. Fortunate as this would be under any circumstances,” ob serves the Manufactures Record of Baltimore, “it was exceedingly fortunate in view of the extremely short crop in the YVest and the consequent high prices. The increase in the South’s 1887 corn crop over that of 1880 will keep at leaat $30,000,000 in that section that would o civus_ i. " l) , , . the planting season returns it becomes of great importance that Southern farmew should be urged to plant more largely than ever of corn. Before another crop ‘ • raised the ... YVest will be almost bare of is corn, and stocks will be at su :h a low point than an unusually heavy crop for the whole country would be so greatly t needed to supply the deficiency of , , 1 ou *< and to meet current wants that prices would still continue high, even if the Tictd be verv lame ® ’ It is verv J im portant, therefore, not only , , for the ,, good , of the South in general, but especially for the prosperity of the farmers that they would a<rain b raise a larrre f crop. The South ought , to do . even better .. _ m . this line than last year, and Southern farmers will make a serious mistake if they • do not plant for a large ki'-„ crop'of corn and i also r- of r oats. . ,,, \\ e believe that every paper in the South would do well to urge this matter upon it readers.” GRAY, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, APRIL 28, 1888. THE HIDDEN SPARK. Chance-sown, upon the wandering aii Borne by a lawless, plumy sail, The vagrant thistle down the vale hays tribute on each laborer's care. Deep-hid beneath the slumberous pine Long in its acorn lies the oak. Yet rises at the woodman's stroke W here now the sun, life-giving, shines. Through rough, brown clods of qarliest spring The plowman thrusts his eager share; He knows the grain ho buries there Its ripened, glad increase will bring. Germ-liidden in the poet’s heart A secret power, mysterious, sleepi It wakens, and a nation weeps, Swayed by the passion of his art. - .1/e,'-. D. H. it, Goodale, inlndependt TO THIS COMPLEXION MUST WE COME AT LAST. From Illinois, Iona. Nebraska, and Dakota, To Michigan, Wisconsin, too, And lovely Minnesota; From Lake Superior's copper air Through Hoosier Indiana, To Mississippi's Cotton fields And low Louisiana,. I furnish wooden overcoats To many an undertaker. The banker, beggar, one and Tl:e batcher and the baker— Baker Butcher and the baker. From gloomy swamps of Arkans To sunny South Carolina, 1\ here salty marshes waving yiel Their rice to Pomp and Dinah! From yellow orange groves Igo To purpie fields of clover— From Florida to Ohio, I skim the country over, And furnish wooden overco To many an undertaker, For banker, beggar, one and I The butcher and the baker— Baker Butcher and the baker. J watch the farmer, North and South, His wheat anil cotton growing; F rom many a little stream to mout -I view the rivers flowing; And every year I scan the woods To catch the dogwood blooming First herald of the busiest time F or burying and tombing: And laugh and joke as round I go With many an undertaker, For he and I must follow- soon The butcher and the baker— Baker — Butcher and the baker. tillLife is but a running race— The hind ones and the head ones. Where many a live man sets the pace For running after dead ones; But lie at last shall peter out And tumble down a-dying, {■Shall need a wooden overcoat For wherefore are we crying i For all the world sha'I peter out, The butcher and the baker, The banker and the drummer and At last the undertaker— Taker Ah, there! tho undertaker. —•The Casket. SAL AND PETE. PY A1111 IK (’, M. KKEVEIi. It was snowing up in the mountains, fail light, feathery flakes that continued to so heavy steadily Bat knew it was likely to be a fall before it stopped. Sal had been to the stoic and postoffice at Deer Creek and was in a big hurry to reach home, because she carried a huge. yellow envelope directed to her father, and Sal possessed all the natural curiosity of her “ sex. Her way led down the mountain trail to the distant valley where nestled the little shanty on her father’s claim. The claim was a poor one. and Sal's life had known nothing but and trials. What mattered a snowy tramp down the mountain side to hers She was not afiaid of either bears or In dians, having been surrounded by them a good part of her early life. She was twenty now, a sturdy border lass, and since her mother’s death had been her father’s housekeeper, and th^. small frv at home looked up to her with all the respect due a mo her. dressed Suddenly out hunter, in her path strode a man as a a very fine specimen altogether of the hardy mountaineer. “Sal! I’ve been waitin’for you.” “Have you!” said the girl, in a care less, independent special tone. “I don’t think there was any need. I’ve been over these here roads often enough to know’em. ’ * "But, Sal. I wanted to see you. par ticnlarlv. You know very well what I "ant -what I have waited for so long, and now—” “Pshaw! You’ve only known waited!” me two years; dreadful while you've “ i Jiundeiin long to me, when evo.iv thing is ready and there ain’t a bit of sense of your ciingm’ to your father so. -faint‘cordin to Scripture no how.” “Seems to me you forget about the ‘Honor tiiy father and mother,’ I’ete. don't you? TVhat’s the odds if you do! I know that father cant spare me yet awhil( , Poor fuller!' “Oh. yes, all ver pity’s spent on the old man,” growled Fete, “it’s always to be *o, I reckon. IIow many years do you calculate will let you off, sal?” little oj don’t know, not until the ten year-old Mary can take my place— about eight years, I low.” “‘GreatScott! well both lie dead be fore that time.” “Maybe so,” sa d Sal. carelessly. “You a ; n - t got no heart ’tell.” ex claimed her lover, angrily. ••You're jist like flint. Reckon I’d better look up another girl." Sal’s face was turned toward home and away from him. She grew a little paler, but in all that snow Pete never could have seen it. She answered, readily: “It, will show your sense.’’ “We’ve reached the divide,” he said, hoarsely; “my way leads off from yours. Good-bye, Sal.” That “Good-bye, Pete.” for was all. Sal hurried swiftly ward down to the little-shanty, where, in the windows, she could see so plainly the children's bobbing heads. “Oh, Sal!” they shrieked in a chorus, as slic opened tho door. “Guess who’s been here?” “I don’t, know. Where’s father?” “lie’s down in the valley with the stranger man, somebody or other from tho States,” explained Joe, who was twelve, a very important youngster, in his own estimation, at least. “I’ve got a letter for father. I wish he’d come. Did they expect to go far in this storm? See how much fiercer it grows!” The night crept on and the eagerly ex pected father did not come. I’d “He’s been gone so long better go and see if anything could have happened. You children keep up the lire, and Mary can set out the supper.” Then Sal threw her shawl over her head and went out into the furious storm that was increasing in violence every moment. “Poor father, maybe, ho had a drop too much. I do hope he ain’t tried to reach Deer Creek. Who could the stranger be the children speak of? Some prospector, Three likely." lolling in hours later the men the bar-room at the main hotel in Deer Creek were startled by the sudden open ing of the door, to beiioUl Sal, white as one dead, covered with ice and snow, standing “My God! on its threshold. happened, Sal?” what has cried more than one. “Murder!” was the hoarse reply. “Murder? Where—who—” “My father—oh, wait!” struggling to speak clearly, “down near the divide. Come!” “Wait, my girl, you'll freeze,” and John Pohl snatched off the wet shawl and flung a warm, soft blanket around her. “You just stay here and let me go." hands. But she struggled out of his detaining “Maybe your father was jist lost in the snow, lass.” "I toll you he was murdered. I struck a match. There’s blood all over his bosom. -Shot!-shotl Oh, who could have wished to harm my poor old father?” Her story was true; with great cl i Hi - c-ulty was he found nearly buried in the snow, and carried to his home to startle the terrified children half out of their senses. 8al was calm; afterward she wondered at her own control. She quieted the off wailing children, coaxed the smaller ones to bed and sat, before the fire in a dazed, colci way that troubled two of their kindly neighbors greatly, who sat back and talked in low tones of the strange, uncalled-for crime. “An honester. better fellow never lived. Poor Tom! Who could have wished tor kill him?” It was the boy, Joe, who suddenly cried out iu startling, convincing tones: "The stranger, Sal 1 (ho stranger that wore a fur overcoat and gloves.” “Describe him. .Joe ?” “I don’t know as I kin, but he had dark eyes and a beard, and father seemed much taken with him. They laughed and talked about some property back in the States, and the man had a bottle and they drank several times, then went out together.” -‘Would you know him agin, my boy?" “Yes.” said Joe, “he had a red scar near the corner of his eye, his left eye, 1 remember.” “We’ll find him, if lie’s in the land °T the living.” The next day a party of men set out over and across country in search of the stranger. In the afternoon others assist cd at the quiet funeral, and not until nightfall did Sal remember that letter. She took it from her pocket and tore it open and read : To Thomas Shki.don- on His Heirs:— You are hereby notified that an estate awaits you Greenfield, Noland County, State ° f “k /S, Feb. •.>:>, Mm , Attorneys at Law. IBS— “Oh!” said Sal, wonderingly, “what does it mean? An estate!” “I know,” said twelve-year-old Joe, “it's money land. Oh, Sal, if father had only lived? He hated being poor worse 1 n any of us. 11 “and “I suppose I’d better write,” said Sal, tel ’em there's no longer any Thomas Sheldon, but there’s some six heirs.” Sal wrote in a big. school girl hand, a simple knew statement of the facts, but she an answer could not be expected short of two weeks, In the meantime, the men who had gone out looking for the strange man that Joe had described, failed to find him and returned-disheartened. The mystery of the murder seemed impossible to umavel. Sal still clung to the rude shanty and anxiously thought about her letter, while rounding the people in Deer ( reek and the sur valley offered her plenty of places to work. “She’s proud, an she ought to starve,” said more than one, “but I do pity them little children.’ One day lucre came to Deer Greek a tall, hare L ome man who inquired for Miss Sb-klon. I be men rc , , ° a0b , ° ther blankl until raid: F some one “ Oh, the Dickens! the fellow means Sal. J ll jKjint . , you out where , she’s ter be found. The supper of mush and milk was on the little table when tbestrargerknocked at their door. Sal opened the Moor and admitted him. “ l came,” he began, courteously, “in reply to your letter. Came to tell you of the big fortune that is yours, as next of kin to an uncle who recently died, and to take you all back home with mo —i! you will go—to such a home as you could hardly picture, that is all your own.” Sal hesitated; she knew the need of money; she had long known pinching want, but she loved the mountains and the valleys where she had lived so long — and there was Pete. She hesitated only an instant, the faces of the children, eagerly expectant, decided her. “ We can be. ready anytime—to-mor row if you’d rather.” “ To-morrow it is, then; we will stop at the nearest town, and you can get any thing you need for the long journey." He did not linger, but joinc 1 bis guide to return to Deer Creek for the night, and learned for the first time the story of the murder. “You don’t say! How strange! Who could have wished liis death? Poor fel low-, with a hundred thousand dollars waiting for him. But dog.” Tom Sheldon al ways was an unlucky Sal had hoped to see Pete before she left, but he failed to put in an ap pearance. “Oh, well, what's the odds? reckon 1 he’s found his other girl by this time. Come children 1 are you all ?” Four years later. Deer Greek was a big mining town now, and even Sal herself, walking its handsome streets could barely recall old landmarks. If the town had changed, no less had Sal, in her dress, her walk, seemingly hand her entire self. She had been a some lass with a strong, free step. She was now a very pretty lady, elegantly and gracefully attired. Joe, tall and awkward, walked at her side. “How strange it all seems ‘little mother’,” lie said, fondly. and “The rude shanty where we lived where you toiled so long; and then poor old father had to be killed—don’t I wish I could find that man!” “I’d like to walk down the old road,” said Sal, “it is less changed than tho town. It was here I said good-by to I’ete. I wonder where he is." but “He he was a rough, good enough good hearted for chap, wasn’t you, not half.” His companion did not answer, and Joe continued: “I’ll tell you what, if you’ll sit down here and wait forme, 111 go down to v here the old shanty stood and look a little.” and PaUfclt The clay was lovely, old memories stirred anew, “Oh, Pete!” she thought, “you never knew how much I loved you. Did you find that other girl, I wonder?” As if in answer to her unspoken thought, Pete stood before her. “Sal 1 I suppose its really you, though the folks call you now -Miss Sheldon.’ ” “Oh. Pete! where did you come from? I thought--” “That you’d never see me any more?” “Yes, and,” trying to smile, “where’s your other girl, the one you went in search of?” “I never found her, Sal. I couldn’t, having known you. I went in search of something "What, else.” Pete—wealth?” “5 es—and your father’s murderer. 1 didn’t find much wealth, I’m an unlucky chap, as you know, but 1 found him.” “Oh, Pete'” “Yes, an’ he owned up to llie whole found thing. He was on his dyin’bed had when him 1 him—another fellow put there, I didn’t have that honor. But lie said that aside from your dad and you children, he was next of kin, and would come in for the whole, if you were never found. He thought from what the old man said that he had the letter on his person—that letter you got and kept, So he jist meant to kill your father and answer the letter that he was dead and had left no heirs. He committed the cowardly deed, but failed to find the letter, when he«fled. That’s all, but it’s the truth. I followed him for two years Torn I found him.” “Dear, faithful Pe,te! I am glad to know the truth at last.” “You re fine fojks now, you dress like a lady and talk like one, but I’m glad I’ve seen vou once more anyhow.” mC U y °" W, ' 8h ’ 1 ete > always. “You don t mean it, Sal, you cant? , in . overjoyed tones, “Yes, Ido. I he children and [ are homesick for the mountains, and are coming to stay.” hack and Oil, “Coming liitlc to lass! me. inspite >.al, of my own mountain the fine clothes.” “You 11 get use to them in time, and you’ll not find my family troublesome; they’ve enough money to be independent. Here comes Joe; see how tall he is ’ Yankee Etude. Substitute for the Chestnut Dell, A Philadelphia Call reporter byacci dent had a glimpse of “the latest” sub stitute for the chestnut bell. Standing near him, nt the corner of Eighth and Chestnut streets, was a group of men, one of whom was engage! in spinning followed a yarn, and a shout, of laughter, immediately by a query of “Where d'ye get it?” attra ted his attention just in time for him to see a portion of an iri nocent, respectable looking necktie worn by position one of them slip hack into card' its proper andthus cover a upon which is inscribed: “You tel! it nice’ - or any other appropriate slang phrase which th« the wearer wearer wishes wishes to to place ntacc there, there, a set of them being sold with the tic. owner had to explain the intricacies of the noveltv " for the benefit of his friends, an( i thev a u started off to make an in vestment. sailors During the last ships sixteen years been lost on British have sea. WORDS OF WISDOM. handle. . _ • things always by the smoot willingly. Nothing is troublesome that we do A gracious man assigns inferiority to no one but himself. How much pain tho evils have cost that have never happened. There is nothing cither absolutely good or absolutely bad in this world. Feebleness of means is, in fact, the feebleness of him that employs them. When angry, count ten before you speak, if very angry, count a hundred. the Extraordinary punishment afflictions arc not always of extraordinary graces. Happy the child who sows the good and the true. Tlio harvest will not fail him. Desire is a treo in leaf, hope is a tree in fiower, and enjoyment is a tree in fruit. In an angry moment a ntan may do what a lifetime of repentance cannot undo. Be content to do things you can, and fret not because you gninot do every thing. To look at everything in a gloomy light is silly, in a roseate line is a de lusion. Weak characters never show any de cision, except when they commit some act of stupidity. In some instances jealousy is a sign love, but it is more frequently proof overwhelming egotism. praised, Magnanimity, which is so highly of pity usually consists of a good deal and a little contempt. We are always casting the shadow our life upon some one, always helping or fluence. hindering some weaker one by our A Couple of Tiger Pets. It was my good fortune to see more ol tame tigers in India than falls to tho lot most persons. There are many men who have shot tigers, but my opportuni ties for taking care of them and observ ing them in a state of captivity friend, were Bajah al most Burdwan, exceptional. has My good the menagerie of a very in the gardens of one of his summer palaces and we used frequently to meet there and go around and inspect the ani mals. The Bajah had little difficulty in procuring which tigers, leopards and hears, of arc to be found in many parts his extensive estates, But the best of his tigers wetc two which had been pto CurPdfrStn the Thvrvwiee of W f tflw c * One of these was called Vizcer, and the other had received the name of Bheem, because tho natives said he was Hindoo and would not eat beef. Bo Bheem lived chiefly on goats’ flesh, while Vizcer had no scruples as to what he would not eat. The real difference be tween them was this. Vizcer was caught when he was full grown and had for a kill long whatever time been obliged to hunt for Bheem and he wanted to cat, was captured when very young, and had been brought up by hand on a milk and rice diet, which had been changed to cooked goats’ flesh when he grew up. Bheem had never tasted blood or taken and life. patted He was by accustomed the to be petted in fact, beautiful big keepers, and was, a cat, Vizcer was a very different character, lie was a very large and beautiful animal. It was the custom to give him occasionally a pig or a goat health to kill, as it is almost which has es sential to the of a tiger, fed on wild animals of his own killing, that he should sometimes taste fro-li blood, and cat some of the flesh with the hair on it, Vizcer used to be shut up iu the inner compartment of his den, whilst the pig was let down through a grating in the roof into the outer compartment. Before the pig had time to understand the situation, the door of the inner den his opened, and Vizcer sprang out. With fore-paws be seized the pig, closed and the its next moment the huge jaivs over neck, so that death was instantaneous. Vizcer never relaxed lii.s hold until he had drained the blood from his vietim's body. He would sometimes at once ham proceed to eat a hind leg, carving the with his sharp teeth and bristly tongue as neatly tu a rook could have cut it with a knife. Vizcer would then com pose himself to sleep, and in the course of the following night he would grad ually consume the rest of the carcass; after which he would not care to be fed again for two or three days Garnett's Magazine. Changes In a Man's Skin. A curious case has just turned up in 8an Francisco. Henry Stayab, for this is the peculiarity. subject’s name, possesses whole weeks a won derful For his complexion is of a light ordinary yellow, resem bling that of his an skin will Spaniard. Then suddenly that his friends turn to an Ethiopian black, so can not recognize him, except by his clothes. It. has been noticed that when wearing the light complexion he is jovial and fond of society, but when black he pulls his hat do.vn over his eyes, becomes mor ose and seeks to avoid recognition by his friends. The doctors are puzzled over this strange phenomenon.— P'dishunj Post. To Next Year. O longed-for of my weary soul, Next Year! O year when bachelors secure may rent! Would 1 could sleep, and wake to find you here; would live Then peace again within my breast! In his own hands again, in ’Eighty-nine, Will each man hAld his matrimonial fate. And girls who fain woull wed must then re I don’t complain that any have aspired Mg happy unwed freedom to abate. No; it's of leap-year jokes will my soutistired— In Eighty-nine these be out of date —Itarper's Bazar. NO. 25. ■FOT WOULD YOU TAKE I-OR HE." Bho was ready for !>ed and lay on my arm. In In*.- little frilled cap so lino, With her golden hair falling out at the edge Like a circle of noon sunshine. And 1 hummed the old tune of “ Banbury Cross,” And “Three Mon who put out to Sea,” When she speedily said, as.shoclosed her blue eyes, “ Papa, fot, would you take for me 1” And I answered: “A dollar, dear little henrt,” And she slept, baby weary witli play, But I held her warm in my love strong arms, And I rocked her and rocked away. Oh, tho dollar meant, all the world to nr* The land and the sea and sky, The lowest depths of the lowest place The highest of nil that’s high. The eities, with streets and palaces, Their pictures and stores of art, I would not take for one low, soft th Of my little one’s loving heart. Nor all the gold that was ever found In the busy, wealth-finding past, Would I tako for one smile of my face, > Did I know it must be the last. So I rocked my baby and rocked away, And I felt such a sweet content, For the wfc-ds of tho song expressed to me more Than they over before had meant. And the night crept on, and I slept and dreamed . Of things far too glad to lie, And I wakened with lips saying close to my ear, “Papa, fot would you take for me ?” 1 PITH AND POINT. A cold doaler—The ice man. A stable character—The groom One of the teachers recently asked a pupil what lbs. stood for. “Elbows, I guess,” was tbc unexpected reply. Minister—“Well, Boby, what do you want to be when you grow up? ” Bobby (suffering from parental discipline)— “An orphan.”—Aew York Sun. Whatever pleases people's tastes Is said the bun to take; Tho baking pan, however, seems- I To always take tho cake. — Siftings. Customer (to boy in cigar store)—• look “Your five and ten cents cigars a good deal alike, sonny. What’s the dif ference between them?” Boy—“Fi* cents.”— Epoch, “ Your husband is a sell-made man, I believe,” remarked a gentleman she replied, to a Congressman’s wife. “Yes,” pride; her plumage puffing up with “yes, ho is the anarchist of his own fortune.”— Washington Critic. “I was completely carried away with your sermon this morning, Brother Brighton,” saida leading somnambulist to bis pastor. “Ah, yes,” replied the shep herd; “so I observed. Into dreamland, too, wasn’t it ?”—Detroit Free Press. St. Louis Swain (returning from the opera)—“ Well, Miss Bhawsgardcn, did you enjoy the opera?” Miss Khaws garden—“Ob, very much, indeed; but 1 think, Mr. Swain, that charging you fifteen cents a pint ”—New for peanuts York Hun. was sun ply outrageous! University A lecturer on optics, at the of Texas, in explaining the mechanism of the organ of vision, remarked : “Let any man gaze closely into his wife’s eye and he will sco Here himself the so lecturei’s exceedingly voice small that—” was drowned in shouts of laughter.— Siftings. opened When Dublin Cathedral was after restoration at tho expense of a Mr. Wise, the Archbishop took for his text: “Go thou and do like Wise.” Not to he outdone a clergyman in his diocese, when opening a church built by a brewer, said that his text was to bo found He brews xxx .—New York News. When wo look on lovely which women, she's dros And tho style in We think of far Arabia. Of “Araby the Blest.” And for tho simple bids her reason That fashion wear A dromedary hustle And a suit of camel’s liair. Boston Courier. One of our bishops when pastor at Stamford, Connecticut , asked a little boy inflicted with an impediment of speech how he would like to be a preacher. w-w-w-would Tho little fellow the replied: ji-p-poundiug “IT and the 1-1-1-likc h-b-hollering, b-h-but the s speaking Chris w-would b-b-b-b-bother m-me!”— tian Advocate. Sagacity of Animals. A St. Bernard dog at Muscatine, la., rescued a two-year-old from two angry fighting boars toward which tho youngster was unsuspectingly toddling. A half-grown deer at Orovillc, Cal., attacked two young ladies, butting savagely with its horns. They suc ceeded in tying it to a tree with a halter, but their bustles were in a badly de moralized condition. The female of a pair of affectionate marmosets died. It xvas some time be fore her mate could convince himself that she was dead, but when he did he re fused all food, and in three days died of sorrow. A sick eat. in a Missouri town walked into a drug store, and after snuffing around among the jars and packages gnawed picke it, 1 out a paper day of catnip she returned and for open. Every some of it until cured. A frog in a New Haven aquarium has been trained to lie on his back in the water, feigning death until his master the arSMfii and ui'rUs off meat swims with it. Australia now exports oranges to Eng land.