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mrricai^ttiot) WEST BOWERSVILLB, GA. jHZkjjoi, "CKITED wa mini, ssvidkd w* vau~” a WEEKLY PAPER, Derated to tbe Moral, Political, Educational aad Domestic Advancement and Progress at Our Country. Issued every Saturday by Th* Union Publishing Company. Of. F. BOWERS. E. ROWKRS. SUBSCRIPTION RATES. One Year.. tl.00 MU Months (Cub in Advance.) Advertising Correspondenoe rates given solicited. on applies tion. Ovtered as Seoond Clast Mail Matter at West BowemviUs Post* aloe. ▼ - The Governments of Europe are nogo tinting with a view to common action for the suppression of anarchism. After a rapid decline in numbers th« first half of this century, the Quakcn are slightly increasing in Great Britain and gaining quite fast in this country, largely by accessions from other religious bodies. What constitutes a loss by fire? The French courts have just decided a pecu¬ liar case. A Countess dropped a piece of jewelry into an open grate fire that melted the gold and destroyed tho gems. The insurance company refused to pay the loss, saying that they hod not insured •gainst a grate fire. Suit was brought, •nd the Court decided that^e insurance covered aU kinds fire, and gave judg¬ ment for the plaintiff. A New York in¬ surance company recently paid for a now spring bonnet that was burned by being hung over a lighted gas jet. That seems to accord with tho sense of tho French decision. Senator Stanford, of California, says a San Francisco special, is threatened with locomotor ataxis and is going abroad to consult leading European specialists. The special adds: “Any one who has seen Stanford during the last two years must have noticed the curious trembling of his hands. He is a powerful man, standing six feet and weighing nearly 300 pounds, yet his large hands shake os though ho had palsy, especially when he is excited or tired. This is the only direct symp¬ tom that he shows of tho dreaded dis¬ ease, with which American medical ex¬ perts have warned him that he is threat¬ ened at any time. ” Pathologists are unanimous in the opin¬ ion, asserts the Philadelphia Record , that tuberculosis or consumption in cows may be transmitted by meat or milk from the diseased animal. Health officers in Mas sachuaseta have made investigation! which show that many dairy herds throughout that State arc infected with the disease, and that their milk is being sent to Benton for sale. The proposition to exterminate the disease and protect consumers by giving the State Board of Health increased power is in harmony with the true intent of legislation, and should lead other States to follow the example._ There is a great diversity of opinion a; to tho merits of carp as food, some pro¬ nouncing them unpalatable, while othen like them well. Tbe bulletin of the United States Fish Commission of 1888 contained 242 opinions respecting theii edible qualities, which were obtained ’in answer to a circular sent out to ascertain definitely how carp were liked, The following gives a summary of the repliet received. Of these 242 reports, thirty eight only contained the slighest reflec¬ tion upon carp. Many of these reflec¬ tions were decidedly slight. Being gross feeders mid rapid growers, the flavor ot carp may be affected by the water they grow in-__ A movement is on foot at Middieabor cugh, Ky., to erect a colossal monument on Pinnacle Rock, on top of Cumberland Gap Mountain,in memory of U. S. Grant smd R. E. Lee. Pinnacle Rack is 3009 feet above tea and 2000 feet above the surrounding country. To reach it one must pass through the States of Ken¬ tucky, Virginia and Tennessee, as they corner very near it. On this historic spot, at historic old Cumberland Gap, it v is proposed to build the monument. The matter wa* started by ex-Confederate and Grand Amy of the Republic soldiers at Middlesborough, and at once they sub¬ scribed a sum reaching several thousand dollars. The present plan is to call on the soldiers all over the country to con¬ tribute. A club in Guatemala e0Mt a premium of $1000 for the beat hymn Tor the Cen¬ tral American nation. A New York paper think* that th* presence of icelicrgs so far Booth Indi¬ cates ‘ at the pole that an open season should stimulate polar exploration. The Chicago Sun estimates that tho shipments of lumber from Lakes Michi¬ gan and Superior this year will amount to 200,000,000 feet to Eastern points, an increase of forty per cent, over last year. Stanley has quite broken the record in tbe matter of having things named after him, states the Detroit Free Press. One could dress himself from head to foot and then furnish his house without buying an article that is not christened for the ex¬ plorer. __ A recently returned Mexican tourist says that the average Mexican senorita is ugly and that a beautiful woman la as great a rarity there as a truth-telimg na¬ tive. Many of the women look pictur¬ esque in their mantills, but on close in¬ spection their beauty proves a delusion and a snare. Thirty-seven French soldiers, under command of a Captain, a Lieutenant and a sub-Lieutenant,are said to have marched from their barracks at Vanncs to a rail¬ road station twelve miles distant in 1 hour and 50 minutes to salute a General whose train was to stop at Hie station. Not a man fell out on the march. The New York World ascertained that bread and milk is one of the most popu¬ lar dishes served for lunch at the Con¬ gressional restaurant in Washington. Glasses of pure cream or of half cream and half milk are greatly in demand among the Congressmen who come from cities, but they are avoided by the rural members. A man named Willis has taken up his residence on tho const of Florida for tho purpose of killing sharks, and he kills them by exploding^ giant powder in the water. In one months he has done for over 100 of them, and ho says he shall make the number 1000 before ho stops. A shark bit his wife iu two, and this is his revenge. Emperor William, of Germany, has re¬ solved to cease giving jewels to those whom he wishes to honor, and will here¬ after present to them cabinet photographs of himself and the Empress. “The Em porer has but recently embarked upon the mortgage-loan business, and proba¬ bly finds it necessary to economize be¬ tween payments of interests,” is tho com¬ ment of the New York Times. The New York Telegram has discov¬ ered that J. G. Fitch, Inspector of Train¬ ing Schools in England, who came to America in 1888 to study tho public school system, has made a report which is not very complimentary to our schools. He says they give no .better education than is now afforded by tho elementary schools of England, <he chief fault boing that the minuteness of the rules laid down for teachers and pupils “leaves little room for the spontaneity of the former or the individuality of the latter.” Tho British Government got about $500,000 out of the English estate of tho late J. 8. Morgan, of the American firm of bonkers, Drexel, Morgan & Co., which amounted to $11,000,000. The first duty was the probate stamp, which cost $350, 000. Another tax amounted to $40, 000, and as Morgan had left a year’s sal¬ ary to every person in his employment, and there is a tax' of 10 per cent, on each of these bequest* ns well as a tax of 1 per cent, on the bequests to his chil¬ dren, and 3 and 5 per cent, to other rela¬ tives, another $110,000 was almost made up. A good deal of indignation has been excited in England over the discovery that a number of soldiers who took part in the famous charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava are now reduced to beggary and almost to starvation. Of Die survi¬ vors of the “noble *ix hundred” it has been found that while a few are in com¬ fortable circumstance*, there are nearly two thousand in various almshouses, and over five thousand dependent on private charity. This, declares Munsey's Weekly, is a sad commentary on England’s lack of generosity and on the veterans’ lack of veracity._ Alfred Carter, the Lancashire weaver who aspired to the hand of Queen Vic¬ toria, has escaped the lunatic asylum, announces the Chicago rimes. The Judge before whom he was arrigned, rec¬ ognizing the venerable common-law dic¬ tum that “a cat may look at a King,” de¬ cided that a weaver may love a Queen and not be out of his wits. It is grati¬ fying to know that in Europe, a* in America, the lowcat-born citizen may as¬ pire to the highest office in the land. Even in Russia one may aspire to the throne, for the law there says: “Aspire, if you want to, aad be hanged.” LOVE AMONG THE CLOVER. i / Over and the purple clover. / over Under the greenwood tree,. Sweet Bessie came straying, for wMi flowers Maying, And sang in her maiden gloet “O hey, O ho! There’s a laddy I know Who joys my fees to see. Fair blossoms, I pray, now what shall I say When Robin comes wooing o’ me, Dear heart When Robin comes wooing o’ me?" Over and under the boughs asunder, Through the wood came Robin ere long; In the olden fashion he enrolled his pas¬ sion, And the hawthorn swayed to Ids E)8g2 “O hey, O bo! The way I know fiho dropped me this flower to tell; But what she will say this blossomy day— Would that I knew it as well. Dear heart, Would that I knew it as well." Over and ova- the fragrant clover,, The bees went humming till late, And where is the laddie, and what luck had he, A-wooing bis blithesome mate? ■ O hey. Oho! They walk full slow, Brown Robin and blushing Bess; But what did she say in the wood to-day? I think I will leave you to guess. Dear heart, I think I will leave you to guess. —Samuel M. Peek, in Courier-Journal. A HAND IN THE DARK. nr Mils. ETTA F. MAIITIX. “Lucky fellow!” The words involuntarily passed my lips as I threw myself into the luxurious easy chair drawn up temptingly before the open grate. They applied equally to Tom and myself. Tom was a lucky fel¬ low-, certainly—the master of the grange and the husband of a charming woman —and I counted myself almost equally fortunate in my freedom from business cares for three whole weeks, and prospect of unlimited fishing and driving. Couan Tom had recently inherited a fortune; I w-as still plodding alone London; but for three weeks of liberty I determined to enjoy all the blessings the gods had vouchsafed me, and to imagine inygel T6Iu1mnf£]fr f, (or the j ionce, as rich and happy as - ' - Alt hough it was cftlly fall the nights woFT a little keen, and Constance— Turn' s w iiy-had ordered a fire in my richly r'ooST, tne furnished cheerful apartment blaze giving delightful to the a touch of warmth and cozluess. With such a fire and such a chair, and with my favorite evening paper in my pocket, retiring w-as not to be thought of; so drawing to my chair a table on which stood a shaded lamp I gave my¬ self up to the perusal of my journal. Over the long parliamentary report I must have gone to sleep, and w-hen I awoke the lamp had burned itself out, and but a few sparks remained of the cheery fire. The room was not in total darknoss, for there was a moon, hidden by clouds, to be sure, but still throwing enough light at the wide windows to make things dimly visible. On tho instant awakening I felt that some one was near me, and, with that startled feeling one has on awakening suddenly from a sound sleep, I cried out: “Who’s there?” No answer came, and tho only sounds were the tapping of a tree branch against the window and the ticking of the clock over the fireplace. Still I was conscious that somebody— something—was near me, and I held my breath, straining my ears to catch some sound that should reveal the in¬ truder, but only the tap of the tree branch and the tick of the clock broke the si¬ lence. I remembered that there were matches on the table, and turned my chair to search for them. An exclamation of as¬ tonishment rose to my lips as I did so, for on the surface of the table was a strange luminous spot—neither lamplight, firelight nor moonlight. Up to this time my feeling had been one of annoyance rather than fear, but there was something so indescribable, so supernatural, about this light that a sud¬ den terror seized me, and I gazed as one fascinated, unable to move. A card and pencil I hod taken from my pocket lay on the table, and over this the light grew brighter, and in the midst a hand appeared—a woman’s hand, delicate and beautiful, but of deathly whiteuess, and on the third finger gleamed a ruby, tho stone held between two golden serpents’ heads. The fingers closed over the pencil, and after making several irregular marks upon the card, letters began to be formed, and as I leaned forward with breathless in¬ terest, I saw the pallid hand write with perfect distinctness: “Search for the box in the old well.” Then the strange light grew dim, the hand gradually faded away, and the moon, emerging from the clouds, threw a shaft of light into the room. Tho spell that had bound me was broken, and in a moment I had found match and taper, and light in hand, was bending over the table. Tbe card was blank—not a wird upon it—and I asked myself if Iliad been dreaming; but hard as I tried to convince myself that such was the case I could not; it had all been too real. A strange experience it was surely, but after pondering over it awhile I de cided to dismiss it from my mind and to retire. In the morning the affair seemed more inexplicable than ever, and I found my¬ self constantly thinking of the words I had seen traced by the mysterious hand. They were meaningless to me. “Search for the box in the old well.” I knew of no box that had been lost and certainly I knew of no old well. The affair had a flavor of “Lady Audley's Secret” about it, and it was not hard to picture a grass grown well concealing in it* depths some ghastly secret. If I could have laughed tbe matter off M a dream 1 should have regaled Tom and Constance with the story at break¬ fast, but I could not bring myself to speak of it. “By the way, Lester,” said Tom, “we are expecting another guest to-day —Miss Mabel Saunders. Charming girl, too.” ‘•And the Grange’s rightful mistress,” said Constance. I looked up in surprise. “1 thought you bought the place, Tom, so who could be the rightful mistress but Constance?” “Only leased it, old fellow. The own¬ er, Lee Harcourt, would not sell, though he is ashamed to show his face about here. It is ray opinion he hopes to come back and marry Mabel when the feeling against him has died away.” “Tell me the story, Tom,” I asked, “for that there is a story is evident.” “Easily told, Lester. Mabel Saunders is the daughter of an old army comrade of Colonel Denison, the late owner of the Grange, and when her parents died, in her infancy, Colonel Denison and his wife took the child to their home. She was not legally adopted, but as they had no children of their own Mable was looked upon as their heiress, and the Colonel's attorney avers that he drew up a will four years ago leaving the property 'to her. Two years ago Colonel Denison *was brought home dead from the hunt¬ ing field, and his wife, who had been for gwars an invalid, survived the shock less amonth. When the Colonel’s papers were examined no will was found, and Lea Harcourt, the next of kin, came into possession. Many of the Colonel’s friends were not slow to express their belief that Harcourt had destroyed the will, as he had been visiting at the Grange at the time of the Colonel’s death, but there was no proof. He wanted to marry Mabel, probably to end the gossip, but she refused his hand, and for more than a year now has been governesi for Mrs. Stanton’s three unruly boys. Now,those precocious youngsters are to have a vaca¬ tion, so Mabel comes to us. Indeed, she we would gladly give her a home, but is too proud to accept it. There’s the story, and now for our drive. Here are horses.” A glorious gallop it was in the bracing autumnal air, and a visit to the stables followed, so that I did not see Constance again till I came down to lunch. Meet¬ ing Tom in the hall, we entered the room together, to find Constance awaiting us, by her .side 9_.jgl_L.st raight gir l with the sweetest fiice I had 6feF seeu. ‘ v - Tom greeted her warmly, and then Miss Saunders was introduced to me, ex¬ tending her hand with some pleasant re¬ mark. What she said I do not know, for on tho hand that was laid in mine glistened a ruby—a ruby held between two golden serpent’s heads. I must have seemed strangely cgibar rased for a moment. But I sftw Constance look at me oddly, and with a determined effort I put aside all speculations for the time being. That evening in the drawing-room, as Saunders and I were looking over a of engravings, I seized the oppor¬ tunity to comment upon tho ring, saying I had never seen that design before. The sweet face grew sad as she an¬ swered: “It was my mother’s ring. She placed it on my finger the day she died.” By her mother I understood of course that she meant Mrs. Denison, the only mother she had ever known, and I almost seemed to hear the words: “Search for the box in the old well.” Could there be any connection between the mis¬ sing will and my strange vision? The days went on, every hour bring¬ ing me nearer that unhappy day when I must leave the Grange and Mabel and return to my office drudgery. I had often declaimed against sudden attach¬ ments, had often argued that love should be a growth, and here were all my theories completely shattered. At a glauce from Mabel’s blue eyes a flame had been kindled in my heart that grew brighter and brighter as we walked or drove together in the long, pleasant days. Still, I did not mean to ask her to be my wife, for what had I to offer? Two or three rooms in a dingy London house perhaps. But one evening in the garden, as the moonlight fell upon her upraised face, I lost my head completely and avowed my love, to find it frankly returned. And when I told Mabel how little I had to lay at her feet, she drew such a picture of a little home in London that the two or three shabby rooms be¬ came the brightest spot on earth. Tom and Constance were delighted, and indeed I shrewdly suspect that the whole affair was one of my cousin’s wife’s match making schemes. ’ “Ah, Lester,” she said, “if that will would only turn up you might have a fdt-tune as well as a 1 bride. Oh, yes,” as I protested that I wanted no fortune. ‘ J [ know you are disinterested, but you would still love Mabel, would you not,if she were rich?” “By Jove,” said Tom, “it is a shame about that will. Let's have another search for the box.” “The box! What box?”I cried, jump ing to my feet in my excitement, “Why, the tin box the will was in, to gether with the papers. Didn’t I tell you the whole lot were missiug?” For a moment I lost sight of Tom and Constance, and before me I saw a pallid hand, with its gleaming ruby, and it traced the words: “Search for the box in the old well.” I turned squarely upon Tom, who was watching me somewhat curiously. “Why don’t you search the old well?” I asked abruptly. “It was Tom's turn to jump to his feet. “The old well! What put that into your head? But it shall be searched be¬ fore the sun goes down. And, by Jove, Constance, don’t you remember when we leased the Grange that Harcourt spoke about tho old well as dangerous, and suggested that we have it filled up?” There was a well, then, and I wanted to ask where; but Tom had taken it for granted that I knew all about its exist¬ ence, and I did not want to tell them my strange experience on my first night at the Grange. The search might reveal nothing. Tom would not wait a moment, but harrying off to the stable*, returned with two or three of his men, and marshaled the party to the old well, in a remote corner of the grounds. The promise of a sovereign to the man who would make the search quickly se¬ cured a volunteer, and as he descended, the stones on the sides giving him afoot hold, Tom lit a lantern to be lowered to him. The well was quite dry, and if the box was there at all a brief search would discover it. And we had not long to wait. Soon we heard the man clambering up the well side, and when his head rose above the curb Tom seized him and fairly lifted him ont. And there was the tin box protruding from his pocket. There is little more to tell. The will was found to be uninjured. Lee Har¬ court never returned to England,thereby confessing virtually that he had stolen the will, and Mabel in due time was in¬ stalled as mistress of the Grange. And I—well, I tried to be magnani¬ mous, and told Mabel I was no match for her and that she was at liberty to break the engagement, whereupon she declared that she would give the property to an orphan asylum and be once more the dowerless girl I had loved and won. So I became master of the Grange,and among our most frequent visitors are Tom and Constance. Only the other day Tom said, as we were enjoying our after dinner smoke, “That was a bright thought of yours,old fellow, about the well. I am sure no one else would ever have hit upon it.” I thought of the hand in the dark,but I said nothing. After our marriage I told Mabel the story, and we had agreed that it should rest a secret with us. Rob McGee’s Scalp. Robert McGee, of Easton. Kan., is but thirty-nine years old, yet he has gone twenty-six years without a scalp, with a bullet iu his ribs and the scars of several awful wounds by Indian arrows. It adds not a little to the interest of his case to learn that he was shot and scalped by the once-noted Little Turtle, asd the ball now lodged between two of his ribs was put there by Little Turtle, with the identical pistol which President Lincoln had not long before presented to the “noble red man.” Senator Plumb, of Kansas, has intro¬ duced a bill in Congress to pay McGee fSQOO andpfcse’nts out of th in e Support general of or Indian it abundant fund, evidence to prove the following facts: In 1864 Robert McGee, thirteen years old, was left an orphan and without means, but being quite tall for his age he tried to enlist at Fort Leavenworth. He was rejected but employed as a teamster, and started with a small train to Fort Union, N. M. On the 11th of July, neai where the city of Great Bend now stands, Little Turtle’s band of Sioux warriors at¬ tacked the train. The whites fought long and well, but were overpowered, and every one killed except young McGee. It seems that the Indians at first in¬ tended to spare him for some reason, but after compelling him to witness the tor¬ ture of others not quite dead they de¬ cided to kill him also. The chief shot him with the elegant pistol he carried as a souvenir, and three spears were run into his back as he lay upon the ground. Little Turtle then tore off hjs scalp and struck him twice with a tomahawk, fracturing the skull at each blow. The savage departed, and in a few hours a party of soldiers arrived on their way to Fort Lamed. Sorrowfully they gathered the corpses for burial, but perceiving signs of life in McGee_they bojqd up his wonnds and took him to~the fort. The surgeons exhausted their skill upon him; the struggle was long and terrible, but he lived—as remarkable a recovery as any related in history. The details were laid before President Lincoln, who sent for the boy, and was deeply affected by his account. The Western generals were directed to favor him in employ¬ ment. Many years after McGee's uncle acquired wealth in the West and tried to recover the scalp from Little Turtle, but unsuccessfully. McGee is now ap¬ parently in robust health, but of course terribly disfigured .—Chicago Times. The Beach of Death. It lies between the landing place at Quarantine and Fort Wadsworth, on Staten Island. It is a pretty, pebbly beach, slightly curving into a bay. It is a place where children like to play, gathering pebbles or dabbling in the limpid water that beats upon it. A more peaceful looking little stretch of shore you never looked upon. Every now and then the waters of the Narrows bear to and deposit on it the swollen, bloated body of a drowned man or woman, or mayhap a child. They all come ashore here, all that come ashore at all on the northern part of Staten Island. Nobody can tell the reason why. There is no peculiarity of tide or current that affects boats in this manner. There must be some peculiarity, yet it is not enough to send boats or floating debris ashore here any more than at other points. Yet for the bodies of the human dead this little arch of land has some mysterious attraction that I for one" cannot explain. —New York Herald. Baldness Due to Indigestion. Of all the causes of premature bald¬ ness, none is so common as indigestion. Dyspepsia and weak and falling hair go haud in hand. As the one affection has increased so has the other, and not all the oil of Macassar, the bear’s grease of Siberia, nor the cantharides of Spain will prevent a man’s hair from shortening and thinning whose stomach is badly out of order. Indeed, anything which debili¬ tates the nervous system has a weakening effect on the scalp tissue*, which shows that loss of hair may proceed from gen oral as well as local causes.—A mo York Telegram. An $$, 000,000 ship canal is to be built by a French company connecting Delaware and Chesapeake Bays. It will be a valuable short-cut. DANDELIONS. Bee the flower fairies flying. When the dandelion* are dying, With their enowy skirts extended And their downy wings outspread. Bee them on the breezes riding— On the sunbeams dancing, gliding— Up and upward ever rising To the meadows overhead. In those meadows grouped together. Far above the wind and weather— Where the heavenly dews and sunshine Coax the blossoms to unfold. . See the dandelions growing— •„ i In each heart a jewel glowing,— All the blue ablaze with splendor— Flower fairies changed to gold. —Mrs. H. T. Hollands, in Detroit Free Press. HUMOR OF THE DAY. “In the swim”—Codfish aristocracy. Scotch soldiers bear arms, and legs, too. “After you, sir,” as the sheriff said to the defaulter.”— Puck. “Well, you have nerve!” as the man said to his aching tooth.— Backet. The bright side of the convict question —The “outside.” —Prison Mirror. Goes without saying—The young man too bashful to pop the question.— Texas Siftings. Briggs—“Say, old man, what are you doing for that cold?” Griggs—“Cough¬ ing. "—Life. When a man goes to live in the top of a six-story flat it is all up with him.— Binghamton Republican. Giles—“What did Terwilliger say about the twins?” Merritt—“Said it was one too many for him.”— Life. “Why does she sing with her mouth closed?” “She has a falsetto voice, and is afraid it will drop out.”— Chatter. “Who would not be a boy?” demands the poet. Well, the girl with a new en¬ gagement ring wouldn’t, for one.— Life. Edith—“It’s the little things that tell in this life.” Alice—“Well, you’d think so, if you had two small brothers, as I have.” He—“This horse puts me in mind of Lord Nelson.” She—“Why?” “He— “Because he would rather die than run.” — Tale Record. “Speech was given man to conceal his thoughts.” What he needs most, how¬ ever, is some expedient for concealing lack of thoughts.— Munsey's. Mother—“Now, Johnnie, you must cut the apple in halves, and give the larger half to your little sister. ” John¬ nie—“Let her tut it.”— Chatter. “We’ll soon take the starch out of you,” said the warden to the refractory prisoner.” “You will,will you?” “Yes; we’ll iron you.” —Boston Courier. “Oh, dear!” cried MissPassee. “Here they’ve gone and cut the day down to eight hours. Why, I’ll be a hundred be¬ fore I’m forty.”— Times-Democrat. Miss Beacon—“This waltz is divine I Do you ever dance the lanciers, doctor?” Dr. Boylston—“No, but I sometimes lance the dancers.”— Boston Budget. There is really no tangible objection to violently plaid trousers except that they keep one constantly wondering whose move it is.— Washington Post. Man wants but little here below, For years we’ve heard the poets sing; But from plain prose of life 'El know He wants a little of everything'"* ■ • ■ -Puck. '> “I've changed my mind since I saw you last,” said Cadley. “I hope the new one is better than the larf,” put in Cvnicus, aqd Cadley got mad.— New York Herald. Mr. McAllister—“Would you believe it? I have had that idea in my head for six months.” Mrs. Berry—“What a dull time it must have had there all by it¬ self.”— Chatter. ; A popular clergyman in Philadel¬ phia delivered a lecture on “Fools.” The ticket to it read; “Lecture on Fools—ad¬ mit one.” There was a very large at¬ tendance. —New York Herald. Drug Clerk—“This hair dressing is made of pure bear grease.” Brown— “How can it be pure when it’s scented?” Drug Clerk—“It is—er—made from the cinnamon bear.” —New York Sun. “Ice is too expensive, Mary. You must get along without it.” “But how am I to keep the beef fresh and tho butter and milk cool?” “You have a fan, haven’t you ?”—New York Sun. “Let me never hear of your disobeying me again,” said his father as he laid tho hair-brush aside. “I w-won’t,” sobbed Tommy, “if I can help it. I-I-didn’t t-tell you t-this time. ”— Harper's Bazar. One of the funniest things about children is the way when they have hurt themselves, they start and run all over the house until they find somebody to hear them cry .—Burlington Free Press. “My true his”— love hath my heart and I have So sang Sir Philip in the old time verse; cut m these days the pleasant version is: “My her true love hath my heart: I have purse.” — Munscys. “Let me see! Was it not Emerson who said, ‘Hitch your wagon to a star?’ ” “Yes, I believe so.” “What a beautiful thought!” “Yes, and how much cheaper it would be than keeping a horse.”_ Lowell Citizen. Professor—“Mr. Chumpy, I am anxious for your father’s sake to break the long list of demerit marks you have won here. Do you think you will ever learn anything?” “No sir.” “Mark Mr. Chumpy as having correctly answered allthe questions put to him this lesson.” —Philadelphia Times. “I will be a sister to you.” she said. “No,” he replied sadly; “I’ve got one sister who wears my neckties, borrows car-fare, loses my hair brush, puts tidies all over the furniture in my room, and expects me to take her to the theatre twice a week. I think I'll go out into the world and forget you.”— Washington Post. During the next September an exposi¬ tion of milting machinery will take place in Santiago, Chili.