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About The Enterprise. (Carnesville, GA.) 1890-1??? | View Entire Issue (Jan. 20, 1890)
VOL. 1 The Chimes. , Stop thief! The old year goes O'er the drifted snows, And the gray old year hath brought me grief. He hath stolen tho bud and the dancing leaf, And the dear little robin that used to sing At, my window-sill in tho balmy spring, And the rapturous kisses my lover gave. He hath hidden him, too, in a narrow gn»e Deep down from the light of the broad, blue sky, And so through die rush of my tears I cry : “Stop thief!” As the old year goes O’er the drifted snows, For the gray old year hath brought me grief. All hail! • The new year comes With the beat of drums, And clangor of bells in the wihdy vale. He bringeth the song of the nightingale ; And what if his robe is fringed with snow, Tho April buds on his bosom blow. Ho sendeth a new love unto me From an ancient country across the sea, And far to the South we will sail away Through the purple dusk of a perfumed May. All hail! The new year comes With the beat of drums, And music of bells in the wintry vale. —Minnie Irving. THE BRIDE’S ROSES. This grand and ancient temple, which Was built in tho far-gone days of tho old British regime iu America, stands amid the low-lying hills that encircle the swift-flowing 11 ppahanncck, with the spires of Fredericksburg shining in the distance, and the everlasting pines, for which Virginia is so noied, standing in thick files on either hand. Centuries upon centuries have ex¬ pended their stonns upon the massive walls, and yet they stand, mute but most eloquent monuments of the strength and durability of old-time architecture. ’ One can even yet discover some traces of the old altar-stoner aud the tablets whereon the names of the dead and gone vestrymen are recorded, and the pew once occupied by Washington and his relatives is stili reverently pointed out to every sight-seer who turns out oi the beaten thoroughfare of travel to have a look at tills sacrc l and venerable pile. “But tlie bride’s rose, have you seen that? ’ questioned tho guide as we were making our way out over the crumbling heaps of morlar. “The bride’s rose? Why no, wliat is it?” Our guide was a woman—a gray aud gaunt old creature, who lives in a littie hut neaT at hand and earns an honest penny now and then by showing travel¬ ers over tho ruins of old Potomac Church. She turned back on the instant, shaking her gray head slowly from side to side. “Ah, you must see the bride’s rose,’’ she said; “come along!” Wc followed her back over heaps of debris, under (he crumbling arches of tho old English temple—bats and gliost moths hurtling in our very eyes, and ths hush of the falling twilight al; about us. Through the main aisle, out at the great arched door, down the fall¬ en steps into a little court-yard. The old woman stooped down and parted the rank, luxuriant growth tiiat covered the ruins at our feet. “There it is,” she said; “lookI” Wc stooped down, and looking closely, saw amid the rank grass a great cluster of scarlet roses. The shrub upon which they bloomed seemed to be small and stunted in its growth; but the flowers were a marvel of perfect loveli¬ ness—so large, so fino, so delicate in tint and texture, more like the culti¬ vated bloom of a hot-house than the wild grow.h of the fields. “Stop! You wouldn’t touch’em I" cried the old woman in utter horror, as we put out our hand to pull one of tho perfect flowers, ‘Don’t, for pity’s sake! It is tho bride’s rose, rod with blood; and presently the bride herself will come, as is her wont every night, and gather them, and every morning they bloom again afresh. D.m’t touch ’em!” Wc drew back with an involuntary shudder, and the old woman rose to her feet, letting tho rank grasses close around the blool-rcd blossoms. “Come,” she said, in a sort of awed whisper, “you’ve seen the roses; lot's be going. The dark will be upon us— and the bride walks at dark! We mustn't be here when she comes! Hark —that’s her voice now! Don’t you hear? She always conies a singing, so that her lover may know when to meet her. Don’t youhear?” With her skeleton finger uplifted and her hollow gaze fixed on mine, the old creature stood and listened. A faint, sweet ruuimur that might have bean the echo cf distant song, or the pulsing of the summer air, thrilled the twilight si- lenco. “Don’t you he a:?" the fried, iu tcr- ro:*. ‘ Come awayi ' And, half in awe mysef, as I looked 'Pin ^ ENTER _ _Y__ _ “RISE. i ±i ij » back at the gray rui ns, over which the summer darkness was falling, I fol¬ lowed her across the green copse, through tho moaning pine ridges and up the low doorway of her little hut. There was a light withiu, and we could see her daughter busy preparing our evening meal. The old woman sat down upon tho stone sill, and wiped tho perspiration from her brow. ‘•We’ve run a risk,” she said; “if we’d ha’ lingered another half hour, ’twould ha' been tho last o’ us. No one ever lives as once sees the bride. Ono man was foolhardy enough to try it long ago; ho waited and watched to see her come, and he was no’er heard of again.” “She must be a terrible bride, then,’ I answered, sitting down beside her; “won’t you tell mo about her? Tell me the story from beginning to end. There is a story, isn’t there?” “Oh, yes; I’ve told it hundreds of times in my day. Listen, and you shall hoar it. It all happened centuries ago, when the old church yonder was being built.” Then she continued : 1 ‘A great gen¬ tleman coma across the sea from Eng¬ land—Lord Cu'.ross by name. Ho lived in a great house down among the hills below there, and had no end o’ servants,* and dishes o’ gold and silver to eat out of, and fine carriages to ride in; and his daughter was the grandest lady in the whole country, and the handsomest. She had a skin like the snow, and cheeks like primroses, and eyes like stars, and she wore gowns o’ the finest silk ever worn. “Well, Lord Culross meant to marry her to some great man who was to come across from England; but the Lady Diana—that was her name—what should she do but fall in love with the head architect, who was a-building tho old church down yonder. “He was a fine young fellow, but he come o’ the people and wasn’tover rich, and ho daren’t show himself at Lord Culross’s great house; so every evening at twilight tho Lady Diana she comes down to the church to meet him, and they walks up and down—talking o’ their love, till the midnight stais were a-shining overhead. “Lord Culross knows nothing about it, and he sends to England for the fine gentleman to come over and marry his daughter. And he comes, and puts a glittering ring on Lily Diana’s finger, and the wedding day is fixed and the wedding finery a-making up—white silks and satins and laces, such as never was seen afore under the sun. “And Lady Diana is afraid to say a word, but she goes on a-meeting her lover. Every evening at twilight she goe3 Awa to the church; and if he isn’t there the falls to singing in her soft^ sweet voice, and he hears her, and come«, and they walk up and down to¬ gether. “But at ia3t the wedding-day comes, and the wedding feast is cooked, and all the grand wedding guests invited. And the wedding finery is all in readi- uess, and Lord Culross commands bis daughter to get ready for her marriage. And she dare not disobey or open her mouth to tell him a word about the man she loves. So she sits white and still, like a ghost, while they robe her in the white silks and laces, and jewels, and then they lea l her down the greit stair- care, and put her ii the carriage, and the grand wedding party drives down to tin new church. They are to be married there—the very first marriage before the new altar. “Agroom gallops ahead, to bid tho heal architect to have the bells in readiness to ring for the wedding, and he goes up on the dizzy steeple in a great hurry, to see for himself that all is right. Ha has heard nothing of the marriage, and has no dream that Lady Culross is to be the bride. ‘ But presently he looks down, just as the grand party comes dashing up; and he sees Lady Diana come walking up to the steps, all in her whito silks and laces, with her white veil flowing to her feet, and she a-leaniug on the arm of the fino English gentleman, and all in a minute it fl ishe3 through his mind what is going to be—that Lady Diana has played him false, and has come to church to be another man’s bride. “He grows blind and sick, and reels where he stands, and presently he falls headlong down from the dizzy steeple. He strikes the flagstones in the court¬ yard, right at Lady Diana’s feet, as she comes sweeping up oa her bridegroom’s arm. “She sees him, and knows him, and falls on her knees beside him, with au awful cry. The blood stains her while marriage robes, and the white roses in her hair fall out, and lie dabbled in a pool of red blood. “They raise her up, and carry her ( ff, but the wedding does not go on, !< r the poor lady lies in a swoon, and at night she dies, a-calling on her 'lead lover’s name. CARNESVILLE, GA., MONDAY, JANUARY 20.1890. ‘•Tho next day, whoa the man coma to wash away the blood-stains from the Sag-stones where tho poor architect fell, they find that Lady D.ana’s bridal roses hftva taken root, and are growing be¬ twixt the flag-stonos in tho court-yard, and instead of boiug white, they are blood ro 1. “That’s the story of the bride’s roses. Aud for hundreds and hundreds oi years they have grown and bloomed ir. that same spot; and every night, at surely as tho dark falls, the poor, broken-heartod lady conies a-singing, with her white laces, and her long mar¬ riage veil a-trailing and rustling, and she stoops down aud gathers tho re I roses; but when the next morning comes they are blooming again as fresh as ever, Winter or Summer, the bride’s roses never fui 1 . “They are emblems of her love.” A Dollhouse that Cost $1500. The Chicago Timet describes tho costliest dollhouse in tho world: It was erected by Tiiomas Lynch, Jr., for his little four-year-old daughter, at a cost of $3500, an 1 is as complete as the wildest juvenile dream could wish it to bo. It is built of brick, with a tower and cupola like an ancient castle, and looks for all tho world liko a reproduc¬ tion of the great modern rcsidonco of sotne millionaire. It has a little flight of steps leading up to the solid oak front door, and an electric pushbell lor the convenienea of the baby visitors of the happy mistress of the house. On this door, which, by the way, is four feet high, is tho name of the pro¬ prietor on a silver slate, “Miss Loiln Lynch." There is a hallway lighted by a miniature gas lamp suspended from the ceiling, and it is finished in the choicest of hard woods. Thcro are umbrella and hat racks of appropriate dimensions. Elegant draperies cover the parlor doors, and the parlor is fitted up in grand style. The furniture is all of white enameled wood, covered with white brocaded silk. There is nn ele¬ gant mantel filled with bric-a-brac of the choicest kind, and little lamps of the rarest patterns. A beautiful chandelier furnished with real gas hangs from the centre of the room. Centre tables, divans, easy chairs, sofas, etc., fill up the apartment. Dolls from Paris occupy positions here and there, just like real people. Then there is a dining-room furnished complete, with sideboards, china clos¬ ets, etc., of rich design. The bedroom is a marvel of beauty, and is replete with all conveniences. The ceiling in every room is 6 feet 2 inches high, and the upper stories are just big enough for four-year-olds to move about com¬ fortably. “The only tiling I have to live for,” said Mr. Lynch, “is the happiness of my wife and children. That is why ] built this house.” Au Ornithological Tragedy. “Some young fellows,” said General George A. Sheridan, “were telling sto¬ ries and having a hilarious time. An old gentleman sat a little apart and seemed unable to join in their merri¬ ment. He was rallied on his morose¬ ness aud requested to tell a story. t ( ‘I don’t know any stories in your vein, my young friend, 1 said lie, ‘but I will relate a little incident with amoral. There was once a little bird. He had down about ail one long cold day trying to find something to eat. B.it his search had been a complete failure, and late in the afternoon he flew homo, weak and disconsolate, and climbed feebly on to his perch, about ready to drop w th fa¬ tigue and hunger. Hi was nearly ready to drop when be dotteted a dead sheep which Provi lenee had placed over in the bushes. He climbed down from his perch, hopped over and managed to climb up on the sheep. There he pecked and pocked and pecked away until his little craw war filled with nu¬ tritious, if un-avory, food. Then he felt much better. He fl ipped his wings aud hopped nimbly about and finally flew back to his perch. Then his little throat swelled with gratitude, and lie sang all the songs he knew and tried to sing several he didn't know, when a hunter came along, and, hearing the ittle bird, levelled bis gun and shot him. ’ “The old gentleman seomed to have finished his story. ‘But tho moral. What is the moral?’ asked tho young men. 4 4 ‘The moral, my young friends, is: If you will eat carrion, don’t crow over it.’” Looking Ahead Mrs. Gabb (hostess)—Your little son doesn’t appear to have much appetite. Mrs. G.idd—No, he is quite deli¬ cate. Mrs. Gabb Can’t you think of any- thing you woul l like, my iittle man? Little Mm—-No, m. You see, mom made me eat a hull lot before v/e started, so I woulda t make a pig of myself. —- A r «w Tori \\eeJy. WHAT A “LOOKER” IS. The Name by Which Salesgirls Know Some Shoppers. They Make a Deal of Trouble and Seldom Buy Anything. “Here comes a looker," sail one New York saleswoman to another so loudly that her remark was overheard by a Daily News reporter, who was standing at a counter near by. ‘•Yes,” said tho person addressed, “and she’s got a beau with her, too.” “Maybe she will buy something, then, just to show her young mau what an economical shopper she is,” said the first speaker. Tho young lady who was evidently meant by tho sale3-girts was fine-look¬ ing, neatly dressed, and, as far as ap¬ pearance went, was certainly unobjec¬ tionable. 8 ), with some curiosity, tho reporter asked the pretty girl waiting on him what was meant by calling that young lady a “looker.” “Why, don’t you know?” said she, smiling. “How green you men are about shopping I Every woman knows that a ‘looker’ is a woman who simply looks at goods, doesn’t expect to buy any, puts you to all the trouble site can, asks you to cut off a. sample and then say s she will call in again to-morrow. And so she doos, to bothor some ono else. “A ‘looker, 11> continued the sales- girl loquaciously, “is usually to bo found frequenting tho largo dry goods stores. Her visit is timed to that por¬ tion of tho day when you are most busy and desirous of making your sales as largo as possible in order to staud in well with the ‘powersihat be.’ “Then in comes a" looker and wants to bo shown the goods at once. How we hate her. Oh,” sai l the girl im¬ pulsively to tho reporter, “if we only dared talk to her as she deserved wouldn’t she just catch it, though.” At this thought the shop girl’s eyes fairly danced ns if in anticipation of how she would get square for onco and for all with tho troublesome lookers if she had but hall a chance given her. “The lookor,” resumed the girl, “is generally making a crazy quilt, or something or other, aud belongs to the same class of young women who go around bothering youug men for their neckties, aud who feel deeply aggrieved if they don’t instantly promise them their very best ties before they have done wearing them. “Sho comes here for samples of silks and dress goods. ‘Mamma wanted a sample and couldn’t come out herself.’ Or ‘papa wanted to see what the goods would look like before I ordered the dress,’ and so on. Finally we hit upon a scheme that put an end to the looker’s using our samples of goods for fancy word. We cut the sample as narrow as possible and then clip a little piece out of tlie centre of the same, telling the looker when she says, 'Oil, what did you do that for? that we were only cutting our trade-mark! into the goods in order that she mjight know from what store she procured them. That generally has the desired effect and gives tlie looker to understand that wc are perfectly aware of what she wants the samples for, aud don’t intend to let any one make crazy quilts at our ex¬ pense. looker “Another spicier of is one who comes from a well-to-do family, and lias nothing to do but kill time. Sho is not intellectual enough to read. It makes her head ache. ‘Calling is a bore,’ sho yawns, and then rile ‘gtesses’ sho will go shopping. She expects us to be pleasant and affable and so oblig¬ ing. ‘Show me this.’ ‘Now, show me that.’ Everything must be hauled out for her inspection. ‘Rarely she buys; makes us provoked, cross, angry and mad, until we wish that the whole tribe of ‘lookers’ could be turned, like Lot’s wife, inlo a pillar of salt, and wo could turn tho hose on it and put an end to her forever.” Silver Prayer Books. The average New York man, espe¬ cially the one who docs not attend ser¬ vices iu a fashionable Episcopal church, has been taught something that he never knew beforo by the General Epis¬ copal convention that was held in New York city recently. But unless ho is blessed with riches, his new-found in¬ formation will avail him nothiug but regret. In the show windows of the large manufacturing silversmiths during the entire session 7 ’ %f the convention there were displayed a dazzling collec¬ tion of prayer books and hymnals bound in part or wholly in solid silver, quaint¬ ly fashioned and exceedingly rich i:i design. , . The best known manufacturer of this line 0 f goods exhibited his wares to a correspondent of tho Indianapolis Arias tij 8 other morning and explained the growth of this peculiar-industry. i‘We first began binding prayer books in silver," ho said, “about five years ago. Siuco then wo have sold many thousands of volumes. Wo buy the books from English firms. They are remarkably strongly bound in louthcr, handsomely printed and finely finished. Then we mount them in metal. Here,” he adtled, producing a prayer book and hymnal bouud together by a cover of solid silver with a floral dosigu of gold in bas relief, “is a pretty trifle that costs $200. Rather hoavy, it weighs over a pound, but it is neat and very fashionable. No, wo have not sold many of this style, but of those that run from forty to seventy-five dollars we have had a largo trndo. W o have a larger stylo that weighs two pouuds, and is u marvel of skilful work, but we have not sold six copies in two years. It is too heavy for practical use, but it makes a beautiful parlor ornament. The tittle prayer books that come in leather with silver corners and edge), fetch from twolve to fifty dollars, and have had a great run, both iu aud out of town.” “What will you do with your old stock now that the convention has made some changes in the text?” '‘Those that are bound in leather and silver will not bo changod save by tho introduction of a single loaf noting the convention's changes. But those that are bound wholly in silver are all right. The books can bo slipped out of tho silver covers and replaced by new edi¬ tions at a trifling cost, comparatively speaking. It is now too late to mnko now stock for this winter’s trade. Wo will manage to got along with those wo have in stock, and next year wo will come out with now books in nowor and more elegant bindings than have over been seen.’’ Longfellow’s Memory. About 1856 an E iglish man of letters, Mr. Kingston, "visited this country. While in Boston ho took occasion to call upon tho poet Longfellow with letters introductory from mutual ac¬ quaintances in England. As he de¬ scribes tho interview in his “Western Wanderings” it must havo been very gratifying to tho visitor. “Wo were soon discussing books and writers of books, tho leading spirits of otir two great countries. After talking for a few minutes he stopped short and said: ‘I am certain of it; wo have met before—many years ago, though.’ ( i ‘When can that have been? I must own that I have no recollection of your countenance; but then, from being near-sighted, countenances do not make much impression on mo,’ I replied. “ ‘Did you not cross from Ostead to London one night in September, 1842? And did you not spend the first part o( it on deck, as the cabin was crowded?’ he asked. “ ‘1 am pretty curtain that I did, undoubtedly, about that time, and I think I mads a note in my diary that 3 had met on board a very agreeable American, with whom I had much con¬ versation, but little thought I who it was!’ I exclaimed, gratified at being so recollected.” Formula for Buying a Horse. A friend of mine, who is a groenhorn in the matter of horseflesh, says a writer in tho Pall Mall Gazette, was anxious to purchase a horse, but was much afraid of being taken in. He tried to persuade an acquaintance experienced in such, matters to accompany him to inspect an animal that was on sale at a horse dealer’s establishment. ‘‘There’s no occasion,” said tho lattor, “for mo to accompany you. AH you havo to ds ir to seem knowing. When you got to tlie place put your hand* in your pock¬ ets and your stick uider your arm, and in an off- hand manner say, ‘Groom, run him down. Now thou, pull him up and let him walk;' then in a knowing but doubtful tone, ‘Open his mouth. What did you say his age was? I think he’s a little long in the tooth. Sevon years did you say he was? I should call him 10 or 11 years old. Oh, he’s a Very cobby little chap; but I think you’re asking out of the way. J > ) My friend found the above an excellent for¬ mula. A Delicate Palate. According to the chef of the Grand Hotel in London, tho French and the Russians understand the art of eating better than any other nation. By way of illustration the chef told this story: “Bouillibaisse is a famous Marsellaisc dish of fish, garlic and all manner of curious ingredients, which you may be sure is seldom asked for in a London hotel. One day we had a Russian gen- ll-rnan among our guests and ho asked for a dish of bouillibaisse. I made it. He ate it. ‘Is it right, sir?’ asked the waiter, ‘ft wauls something.’ In the Mediterranean is a certain shell fish which is always used in preparing tho dish and which I not unnaturally did hot po X3S3. Not one person in a thou- ; sand would have noticed the difference, You see, the Russian’* palate repognizod even the nuances.” SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS. Sir John Lubbock has just discovered that tho death rato in London is 16{ per 1000 as against 174 in other En¬ glish cities. A grocer in Jersey Cily, N. J., had been compluinod of to the couuty board of health for selling sunburned pota¬ toes. Tho complaiuant alleged that such potatoes aro poisonous. Gen. Lew Wallace, tho author of “Bou Ilur,” has invoutod a steel rail¬ road cross tic which, if it is as success¬ ful ns tho inventor claims it will bo, will revolutiouizo railroad construction. A big ka'oidoscopo which revolves for sevoial miuuloi for the benefit of tho person who drops a niikel in ths slot with which it is provided is tho latest production in this prolific lino. Tho oldest medical work, an Egyp¬ tian pnpyun dating from 1500 years or more beforo Christ, and containing pre¬ scriptions thou old. bus been translated by George E'ocrs, tho German novelist. The increase! binding powor of ce¬ ment duo to tho nddition of sugar is thought to bo due more to mechanical than chemical causes, as sugar retards rather thau accelerates the setting of th° cement. A further step toward the artificial production of tho diamond has been mndo by passing an electric current through carbon electrodes in a cell con¬ taining lino w’hite sand and electrolyte, tho wholo being under considerable pressure. While all races have a general simi¬ larity in the proportion of the height of the head to tho wholo body, tho yellow races have comparatively “h : gh” heals. Women, moreover, iu all races, other thing! being equal, havo higher heads than men. Expcripjtmts recently made in France with a view to discovering the vitality of trichinae show that even when ex¬ posed to a temperature of 20 degrees to 25 degrees below zero for about two hours tho little animals become as lively as ever on a return to normal temper¬ ature. Fish-meat, according to Professor Atwater s researches, does not contain more phosphorus than ordinary butch¬ er’s nient. Tho benofit which brain¬ workers are said to derive from a diet of fish should therefore be ascribed, not to the phosphorus, but to the greater di • gestibility of tho fish. Aluminum is developing its value in anothor field of usefulness—the manu¬ facture of ship plate. A plate in which ten per cent, of it is usod possesses great strength, will take a high polish, and is absolutely proof against the corroding uctioli of sea-water and the adherence of barnacles, sea grass, and other similar matter. Gun-barrels made of this alloy will not rust. The native Egyptian is an extremely good subject for surgical operation. Clot Eey, the founder of modern medi¬ cine in Egypt, has it that “it requires tut much surgery to kill one Egyptian as seven Europeans. In the native hospitals, tho man whese thigh has been amputated at two o’clock is sitting up and lively at six. ” Shock is almost sutirely unknown, un i dread of an im¬ pending operation quito an exception. Professor G. Frederick Wright, of Oberlin College, hat a small fiint-ston* idol, recently brought up by n sand- pump near Bois'i City, Idaho, from • depth of 320 feet beneath the surface of the earth. He and many other scien¬ tists think it is the oldest mark <Jt human life that lias yet been discovered; and believe it to bo the work of ths antediluvian man. It shows its great age by the peculiar coating of an oxid* of iron that covers it. Tlte Murderer in the Jury Box. During tho assizes at Exeter, Eng¬ land, somo years ago, Sir James D/c», chief juitice of tho court of common pleas, presided at a trial for murder. The evidence Left no doubt of tho guilt of the man in the dock. To the great surprise of the judge and the public, the jury acquitted him. 8o utterly wrong appeared tho verdict, that it is said ths judge called the foreman of tho jury to his private room to ask him on what grounds lie had discharged the prisoner. The foreman said : ‘ ‘I am going to tell you something which you must not re¬ veal for three davs.’’ The judge assent, cd to this. ‘‘Well, sir," continued tho foreman, “I am the man who commit¬ ted the murder. It was not the man wlio was fried this morning. From knowiug a 1 the circumstances of the ease, I pointed out the jury various dis¬ crepancies in tho evidenc?, aul got them to bring in a verdict of not guilty. Tomorrow I leave for America, but make this confession to you iu easo any¬ body else shoul 1 be charged with this murder.” „ lie was not heard of again. It was raid by seme that the real murderer got himself placed on charged the jury with purposely his to acquit thp man crime. NO. 3. Tbe Lighthouse. High lifted on the island cliff Its lantern fronts the sea. And sendeth forth a fine, i traight ray Of dazzling light to me— A slender line of shimmering shine Across night's m/stery. It is the path set for my eyes To travel to the light And warm their darkness in the blaze, And be made glad and bright. None other may cat ch just that ray, Or have the self-same sight. And yet, a hundred other eyes Bent on that central blaze, Find.each its separate, shining path, Its lino of guiding rays; And all eyes meet in concord sweet By all these differing ways. No voice shall say; “The Light is mine, All other eyes are dim!” No hand the glory hold or hide Which streams to ocean’s rim. None claim or seize one ray as his More than belongs to him. O Light of Truth, which lighteneth alt, And shineth all abroad, What favored soul or souls shall say, “Mine is the only road?” Eacli hath his own, to him madeknowi And all lead up to God. —Nuean Ooolidgt , in Independent HUMOROUS. A cereal story—Acknowledging thf corn. A tender recollection—The urchin’s memory of tho time when be was sc sorely strapped. Fond Mother—Oh, John, the baby can walk! Cruol Father—Good I Hs cau walk the floor with himself at night, then. Speaking of the hoped-for rise in tho American merchant marine, it is in or¬ der to remark that a little smack often develops into a court-ship. Mrs. Brown—What prompted that bold young man to kiss you at the door last night? Cora—Why, ma, I don’t think ho needed any prompting. “My goodness!” said sko. ‘‘That’* hardly worth mentioning,” said her spiteful neighbor, iu her spiteful way. And now they never speak as they pass by. Tlie failure of a Philadelphia wool firm is said to be duo to the fact that the banks wouldn’t take their paper. Somo all-wool suits will doubtless be the result. ‘ ‘Where do all tho pins go?” asks a contemporary. That isn’t the question that bothers tho man who patters around in his bare feet to fix the fire for the night. What he would like to know is where ail tho pius come from. It having been demonstrated that a fine quality of ducks can be raised without giving them access to water, it would now bo interesting to know if a good breed of hens can be brought up without allowing them to scratch in a neighbor’s garden. Tonsorial Item.—Judge (who is bald- headed)—if half what t' witnesses testify against you is true, your con¬ science must be as black as your hair. Prisoner—If a man’s conscience is regulated by his hair, then your honor hasn’t got any conscience at all. New York’s New Croton Aqueduct. From an article in tho Century, on the abovo subject, we quote the follow¬ ing: “Compared with other tunnels, the now aqueduct is easily at tho head of all works of a like character in tht world. The cities of Chicago and Cleveland aro each supplied with water through tunnels extending out into a lake. Tile first Chicago tuunel is 5 feet iu diameter and 10, 567 feet long. Tho second tunnel is 7 feet in diameter and 31, 400 feet long. The Cleveland tun¬ nel is only 5 foot in diameter and 6661 feot long. All of these tunnels were laid in comparalivoly soft materials. Tho Baltimore water supply includes s rock tunnel, twelve feet in diameter and sevou miles long, and is lined with brick- work for about two miles. The old It iraan aqueducts were several of them longer than the Croton Aqueduct, but they were ait very small, and were merely masonry conduits a few feet in diameter. Tne Liver¬ pool water supply is conveyed by an aqueduct about twico as long as (be Croton Aqueduct, but it is mainly a surface aqueduct, theie btiug only a little tunnel-work. A portion of the aqueduct is merely a pipe line- The supply is from a reservoir, formed like that at Croton or at Sodom, by building a dam across a narrow gorge in a valley among the mountains in Wales, The dam is larger than that at Sodom, being 130 foot high, while that at Sodom is only 78 feet. Compared with the pro¬ posed dam it will be small, as tho new dam is to be over 203 feet high, and will be the highest dam in the world. The aqueduct tunnel, when compared with railroad tunnels, is a little smaller in diameter than the three most famous tunnels, but is very much longer. The Hoosae Tunnel is only 24,003 feet long, the Mount Cenis is 8 anile t. long, and the St. Gothard 94 mi ei long, while the new Croton Aqueduct, a? we have seen, its eettflj 30 miles long."
