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VOL. I. The Heights and Hie Valley. He stood in the valley with eager eyes Turned to the peaks where the sunshine lay. “O, for the heights that are near the skies, The glorious heights that are far away,” He cried, and ever his longing grew To climb the steeps till the heights were won, And ever a wild unrest broke through The daily tasks that must be done. “It must be lonely on those far heights,” Said the friend he told of his wild desire. “Better the valley of old delights;” But the heart of the dreamer was all on lire With the thought of reaching the hills afar, And he would not tarry with friends of old, But followed the flash of ambition's star. And climbed up the mountains bleak and cold. There were rocky places where feet must bleed; There were awful chaSms where danger lay; Through nights of darkness and days of need Towards the peaks he longed for lie took his way. And newer, nearer the peaks of snow Each day the climber in rapture drew, Forgetting the valley that lay below And the valley friends who were kind and true. At last’the terrible heights wore scaled; Alone on the desolate peaks stood he. In the moment of triumph his courage failed, And his heart turned valley ward longing- ly. O, to hear the voices of friends again, To clasp a band that was warm and true 1 O, to love and bo loved, and to sha.e with men The little joys that the valley knew! Vetter the valley with peace and love Than the desolate heights some souls at¬ tain. Lonely is life on the hills above The valley lands and the sunny plain. What is fame to love? Can it satisfy The longing and lonely hearts of men ? On the heights they must hunger and starve and die. Come back to the valley of peace again. — EbenE. Jtexford, in Youth'* Companion. “Fifty Cents a Ticket." BY AMT RANDOLPH. She was spreading towels and table- cloths on the crisp, short grass to bleach, when he saw her first—a slim, Diana-like young creature, with large, limpid eyes, a Brown skin not entire y innocent of freckles and a mass of jet¬ ty shining hair, which had broken loose fnom its coarse horn comb, and fell in uk-black ripples down her back. There was a little brook twining its transparent sparkles around tho gnarled roots of an ancient tree, and a back- ground of black-grcen laurel, which, with the sun-bathed meadow in front, made a sort of rustic picture that struck Paul Gessner's artistic fancy ns he crossed the wooden bridge. “1 should like to sketch hor,” he thought to himself. “I wonder, now, what she would say to it!” But before ho could get his pencil and mill-boards out the young D ana had poised her empty basket lightly on her head and she was gone. “Pm sorry for that,” soberly pon¬ dered Gessner. “She had a brilliant Charlotte G'orday sort of a face that would have stood the test of perpetua¬ tion on paper!” Aud then Mr. Gessner went into the iun and set himself at wore to elabo¬ rate the notes of his lecture on “Tho Literature of Queen Anne’s Time” which was to be delivered the next evening at the village hall. There were plenty of people at the inn. Brookbridge was a wild, sylvan sort of place, which attracted people in the summer season. Every farm house and cottage in the vicinity was crowd- ed, and a “Lecture” was something to stir the quiet stagnation of their every¬ day life. Moreover, Paul Gessner had a reputation for scholarly polish and graceful wit, which had reached even to Brookbridge, and everybody was talking of the Lecture. “Can't I go?’’ said Natty Purple. * ’Oh, I wish I could go 1” The towels and table-cloths wero all bleached whiter than snow, between the daisied grass and the July sunshine, and Natty was sprinkling and folding them now, with quick, deft fingers, iu an obscure corner of the kitchen. “You go, indeed!” said Mi*s Carrie Podham, who condescended to wait at table during the crowded season. ‘•You’ve too much to do iu the kitchen, and besides, the tickets are fifty cents each!” Natty Purple sighed dolorously. “Fifty cents'.” she repeated. “Oh, then of course it’s out of the question!” [ For Natty’s slender wages were all of them expended in the support of a good-for-nothing old grandaire who, when he was not drinking whisky, was suffering unheard-of agonies with the rheumatism- She never wore anything i b'ut calico, and drudged away in the inn kitchen, like a modern CinderclU without any of the eclat which, in story, appertained to that young J rsr. . \ But, later in tfie evening, the head THE ENTERPRISE 4 •tableman looked into the kitchcB where Cinderella was darning a well- worn table napkin, and Mrs. Podham was preparing brook-trout for a break¬ fast for the morrow’s early travellers. “Where’s Jim?” said the head stable- man. “Gone out,” said Mrs. Pgdham, curtly. *‘I want some one to row one of the boarders out on tin lake,” said the stableman. ‘‘IIo’s a picter painter, 1 guess. Ho wants moonlight effects, he says” (with a chuckle). “I’d a deal rather hcv feather p llow effects, my¬ self. Then whore is Dick?” “Dick never’s on hand when he's wanted,” Mrs. Podham repliod. “I heven’t seen him since supper.” “Then he’ll lose a fifty-cant job, ” said the stableman. “Well, I s'pose 1 can hunt up seme one, sombwhere. ” “Fifty cents!” cried Natty Purple, springing to her feet. “I’ll go, The.mas I I'm handy with tho oars, and I’m just perishing for a breath of cool air from the water.” “Them napkins isn’t mended,” croaked Mrs. Podham, dbcouragingly. “I’ll finish ’em when 1 come back,” said Natty, coaxingly. “Do let me go, just this once!” So that when Mr. Gessner came out to the edge of the lako with his pic¬ turesque Spanish cloak thrown across one shoulder, and his sketching ap¬ paratus under his arm, Natty Purple sat in the boat ready to row him whither he would go. “Hallo!” said Paul. “Why, you’re a giri! “Ye?, Pm a girl,” apologetically confessed Natty. “But I’m a good hand to row, and I know all about the lake. I can take you straight to Echo Cove, where the waterlilies grow thickest, and past the Old Indian Rick, and—” “Agreed,” said Paul, good-humored- ly. “But was there no man about the place to undertake this disagreeable job?” “Ob, it isn’t disagreeable,” said Natty, earnestly. ‘I like to row! And, besides, I do so much want to cam fifty cents.” “Do you?” said Paul, as the little boat, propelled by Natty’s skilful strokes, vanished into the deep shad¬ ow of the overhanging birches that fringed the lovely tides. “May I ven¬ ture to a3k why?” “Oh, yes,” said Natty, ‘It’s no secret. I want to go to the lecture to¬ morrow night.” Paut Gessner smiled to himself in the moonlight, as he sat there like a Span¬ ish gondolier. “Do you suppose it will be so very interesting?” said he. “Interesting!” echoed Natty. “Of course it will be. Haven’t you heard? Mr. Gessner is to deliver a lecture on the “Literature of Queen Anne’s Time.” “And who is Mr. Gessner?” demand¬ ed the young man. “If you don’t read the magazines, of course you can’t be expected to know,” said Natty Purple, with some natural impatience. “But I have read every¬ thing he writes. He is stopping at our place now, they tell me.” “Is he?” said Paul. “You aro the landlady’s daughter, I presume?” “No, I am not, ” acknowledged hon¬ est Natty. “I help in the kitchen. I am Natalie Purple.” “Well, then, to bo honest with you, Miss Purple,” said Paul, really feeling a sting of conscience, “I am Paul Gessner!” Natty gave such a start that the boat careened dangerously to one side. “You!” she cried. “Yes, 1! Now, if you will tako mo safe to the Echo Cove, I will give you a complimentary ticket. So, there!'’ “No,” said Nattie, with true woman¬ ly pride, “1 accept no favors, even though I am nothing but a working girl. If I am to have a ticket at all, 1 prefer to earn it.” Paul was silent. In truth, and in fact, he felt a little ashamed in the presence of this flute-voiced, indepen¬ dent young beauty. “You must have read a great deal,’ said he, at last. “Oh! I have,” said Natty. “We are not so busy in winter, you see; and be¬ sides, all the girls lent mo their news¬ papers and magazines. But I never ex- pected to see a gentleman who wrote books.” “I hope he comes up to your expecta¬ tion,” said Paul. “I must have time to make up my mind about that,” said Natty, with all good faith. And once again our hero found him¬ self at a loss for something to say. But when he came out into the moon- bathed glories of the Echo Cave, where all the world was steeped in silver soft- ness and the matted masses of water- lilies were swinging to and fro on the I ides like emerald carpets, his loague was loosened once agaiu, and before they came back he and Natty Purpie CARNESVILLE, GA., MONDAY, MARCH IT. 1890. were on terms of tho pleasantest ac¬ quaintanceship. But he had not skotched half as much as he had expected. “The light was so uncertain,” he said, “ho could reproduce it better by tho next day’s memory.” Natty went to the lecture with her fifty-cent piece, and listened with a grave and critical intentners, which spurred Paul Gessner on to his’ highest elocutionary effects. “It wa3 very good,” she said, the next day, “very good indeed. It has given mo something to think about. And, oh! dear, I have so much time for thinkingl’’ “Natty,” said Mr. Gessner (everybody called tho girl “Natty” here). “I have been wondering why you stay here at all.” “Where else shou'd Istay?” she ques¬ tioned him with a simple directness. “Why do you not go to Boston -and teach school?” he questioned. “Oh!” cried Natty, clasping her hands eagerly, “do you think there ovould be any possibility of my obtain¬ ing a situation there?” “We must see what can bo done,’’ said Paul, reflectively. So Grandfather Purple was left in charge of a thrifty neighbor, and stayed by himself that winter, while Natty went to Boston to try her luck in one of the grammar schools. In the spring she came back, apparently transformed into a new creature. ‘•I didn’t want you,” growlel th® old man. “Tho Widow Malloy takes good enough care of me. To tell you the truth, avo was married last week, and Mrs. Purplo she don’t want no step-granddarters around.” “Oh, grandfather, I am so glad?” cried Natalie, turning pink and white in one breath. “Because I am not com¬ ing back to stay. Mr. Gessner—’’ “Oh, I understand,” said Grand¬ father Purple, chuckling hoarsely. “You’re going to be married, too.” ‘•Yes,” said Natty, “I’m going to be married.” Thus ended the little Brookbridge idyl. Natalie was happy. So was Paul Gessner. As for Grandfather Purple and his elderly bride, let us hope that they were not very unhappy. For the roses and nightingales of life cannot bo enjoyed by every one, and the spring- tide of the world comes but once. The Haunted Pitcher. About five miles from Aiken, S. C., ob the Charleston dirt road, and in sight of the railway, is a little place that was first christened Polecat, but afterwards changed to Montmorenci, the French for that odorous little ani¬ mal. Many years ago a young woman came with her pitcher to draw a bucket of water from a well at Mont- raorenci, and set the vc3sel back in tho hollowed top of a stone post that some of the railroad men had moved there. While drawing water a flash of light¬ ning caino and struck the chain to which tho well bucket was attached and the woman was killed in her tracks. Her remains were removed, but the pitcher was left just where the dead girl had set it. To thi3 day the pitcher remains in the same place, and so far from being removed, it is said that no living hand has ever touched it save its own¬ er’s, although near the side of the pub¬ lic road. But the most wonderful thing is the superstition attached to tho pitcher. There is an indescribable in¬ fluence surrounding it that prevents its being touched. Hundreds of people have gone with the firm determination of lifting the pitcher, but when they approach it a strange repugnance comes over them, and they hurriedly depart without car¬ rying out the object of their visit. One night a bully in the neighborhood while under the influence of whisky made a bet with some friends that he would go and bring back the pitcher. He left to do so, but soon returned as pale as a sheet and empty handed. “Boys," he remarked, “no person alive can lay hands on that pitcher, and I wouldn't attempt it again for the whole of Aiken County.” He refused to tell his experience and said he would not talk about it. Other parties have gone to see it, but met with the same repul¬ sive feelings .—Athena (Oa.) Banner, A Store Used as a Bed. In the north of China the climato i* quite cold, and there ar*s#o stoves or fireplaces in the wayside inns. In some of the general rooms are small charcoal braziers, but the bedrooms, which are very scantily furnished, contain neither stove nor bed. In tjieir place is a brick platform, long enough for a man to stretch liiinsslf at full length upon and raised a foot or two from the floor with au opening in the side. Info this aperture the servant pushes a pan of burning coals, and when the bricks are thoroughly heated the travel¬ er spreads out upon them the bedding hp has brought with him and lies down to rest on lus stove. NEW MEXICO. - How It Came to be Annexed to the United States. Its Mixed Population of Spanish and Indians. Tho Territory now known as Now Mexico was conquered by the Spaniards a little moro than throe centurios ago. No portion of our country bears so re - markably the Btamp of antiquity as does New Mexico. Its chief city, San¬ ta Fe, is said to be the oldest in tho United States. After the war with Mexico, its Gov¬ ernment cedod to us in 1848 a tract of country which originally comprised Arizona and Southern Colorado. The present area of New Mexico is 122, 460 •quare miles. Tho wholo number of New Mexicans in tho United States is estimated at 300,000. Two entirely distinct races inhabit the Territory, and these pooplo have an interesting history. Tile original pos- lessors of the land were Indians, sup¬ posed to be descended from the Aztecs, or cliff-dwellers. “Tho Spanish took possession of thoir country one hundred years before the Pilgrim Fathers set their feet on the shores of New England. The Puri¬ tans and Pilgrims, the Dutch and the Quakers did not come for conquest; they came seeking freedom to worship God. ‘•The Spaniards came for conquest and gold; and the old fortress of San Marco, at St. Augustine, built entirely by the labor of Iud iau slaves, makes a strong contrast with the work of all the other colonists just named, who set¬ tled along tho Atlantic coast.” The present population of New Mexi¬ co consists of a few famines of puro Spanish blood, and the Pueblo Indians, but tho largest portion is of mixed Spanish and Indian blood. These Indians were tillers of the soil, and not nomadic. The Spaniards, har¬ ing learned that their lands were fer¬ tile, and that mineral deposits of gold -and silver had been ftfund, determined to seize this wealth and enslave the In¬ dians. Having succeeded in this, they subjected the people to abject slavery, and treated them with such cruelty that bloody revolts were the consequence. This wronged people parlially regained their freedom, but were reduced in con¬ sequence to tho deopest poverty and degradation. In the mountains near Santa Fe there were gold, silver and copper miaos, and as the Spaniards, who ruled tho coun¬ try, could not wrest treasure from the natives, they forced them to dig and mine and smelt metals with the crudest appliances. When, after years of toil, tho foreign yoke became unbearable, “secretly, and with the utmost caution, the overthrow of the oppressors was planned. Swift runners, traveled by hidden paths, in the depths of night, from town to town, laid the case of their people before thoir eonncll of war¬ riors and wise men, and each Pueblo that joined tho conspiracy added a knot to a string the messengers car¬ ried. “At last all was ready, a great blow was to be struck for liberty, and one that would drive the hated Spaniards from the home of tho Pueblo. One night during August, 1680, the signal fires sent their message across the land from lofty mountain-tops and the hour had struck. The strangers’ rule received its death-blow on that night, and the life-blood of many a valiant Spaniard dripped from dozens of wounds inflicted by their former slaves. The padres, too, becamo martyrs to their calliug, and fell before tlieir altars, to which they fled for safety.” The Indians effectually closed the openings to the mines that they had worked, and oblit¬ erated all traces of shafts and tunnels. But their independence was of short duration. Dm Diego de Vargas Sapa- tahiyan soon appeared before Santa Fe and once more subjugated the town, the Pueblos seeking shelter in the mountains and in the ruins left by the cliff-builders; but they were pursued, and again compelled to labor as peons (serfs). But although prior to 1630, the mine near San Lazaro had yielded good riches, only fourteen years later several expeditions failed to discover an entrance to it, and today its site is un¬ known. About 1700 A D., Santa Fe being settled by Spaniards, became tho great trading city of the Southwest. It is described as an antiquated place, “a delightful place in which to r.st and grow old without knowing it.” The surrounding country gives evi¬ dence that the “silver fever of the old Spaniards,” still bums iu the veins of their successors, for holes and shafts and tunnels may be seen in the earth > and rock outof which “some silver and lead have come, gold and copper out of others, disappointment outof the ma- jority.’ ’ — Mvj York Observer. Not Tall Enough. History has recorded that a foroiga princess to whom Ilonry VI11, of Eng* land offered his hand in marriage sent back the pointed auswor that “if she had had two heads slio would gladly have placed one of them at hU Majesty’s disposal. ” This allusion to the fnte of Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard was a good specimen of the epigram¬ matic smartness of that period; but, says Mr. David Kerr, an equally creditable performance has boen fur¬ nished by our o wn age. Just at the time when vaguo roports were beginning to croop abroad that Germany was meditating a fresh ex¬ tension ot her frontier at tho oxpenso of Holland, a Dutch official of high rank happened to bo visiting tho court of Berlin, where ho was handsomely entertained. Among other spectacles got up to amuse him, a review was or¬ ganized at. Potsdam. “What docs your Excellency think of our soldiers?” asked Prince Bis¬ marck, as one of tho regiments caina marching past in admirable order. “They look as if thoy kuow how to fight,” remarked tho visitor, gravely; “but they arc not quite tall enough.” Tho prince looked rather surprised at this disparaging criticism. IIo mode no answer, however, and several other regiments filed past in succession; but the Dutchman’s verdict upon each and all was still the same: “Not tall enough. At length the Grenadiers of the Guard made their appearance—a mag¬ nificent body of veterans, big and stalwart enough to have satisfied even the giant-loving father of Frederick the Great; but tho inexorable critic merely said, “Fine soldiers, but not tall enough.” Then Prince Bismarck fairly lost patience and rejoined, somewhat sharply, ‘‘Those grenadiers aro the finest men in our whole army; may I ask what your Excelloncy is pleased to mean by saying that thoy aro not tall enough?” The Dutchman looked him full in the face and replied, with significant emphasis, “I mean that wc can flood our country twelve feot deep.” Missed a Fortune. Quincy Robinson related an incident of the early history of the oil regions recently which may give tho children of the present generation a vague idea of the magnitude of tho transactions which took place when oil was $8 aud $9 a barrel, and poor people gained a competency by scooping it off tho sur¬ face of creeks or gathered it from pools around tho tanks which had overflowed. The story a3 told by Mr. Robinson was as follows: “Within a month after Colonel Drake had struck the first petroleum over brought to tho surface in America by means of drilling, my father aud the father of my relatives hero bought t tract of land comprising 1280 acres ad¬ joining the farm on whica tho Drake well was located, for $350,000. Not long afterward I was sitting in theii office ono day—I remember it as dis¬ tinctly as though it happened only yes¬ terday—when an agent for an Eastern syndicate walked in and offered $500, . 000 for the 1280 acres. The owners looked at him rather incredulously for a moment, but before thoy could speak he had counted out on the table $500,- 000 in cash and drafts, which he of¬ fered for a deed of the truct. I was appalled by the sight of the pile, but my father and tho father of these gen¬ tlemen retired for consultation, and de. cided that if the property was worth $500,000 it was worth $1,000,000, and tho offer was refused. Thoir heirs still own the land, und now it i is valued at about $20,000. Where thoy could have got dollars we could scarcely get nickels. Thus you can see what seem¬ ingly fairy stories could be told of those days. They aro almost incomprehensi¬ ble to the present generation, but they were red-hot facts. ” And a sigh of regret that the offer had not been ac¬ cepted went around the circle. — Pitta- hirrj Biapatch. Discovery of a Lost Mine. Samuel George and M. It. Brown ot Cornucopia, Ore., have discovered tho long-sought-for Stanton diggings in the Eagle range of mountains. In 1865 Stanton brought into Biker City several ounces of placer gold, but refused to reveal the place from which it came. In a saloon row he killed a man and fled for his life, taking the secret of his dis¬ covery with him. Many have searched in vain for the l03t diggings. George and Brown, however, accidentally stum¬ bled in Gayapoo, into ono of Stanton’s old prospect holes, and upon investiga- fabulously rich prospects were found, and a pick, shovel aud fiying- pan and several ounces of gold, evi- dently panned from a space of fifteen feet on bedrock. Active work will be prosecuted on the diggngs in tho -prlng. ~~Portlan&Oregonian, CHILDREN’S COLUMN* A UiARNED KI.EIMIAN'T. There was a learned elephant, As burned as could be; Whatever book you give to him He'd read it easily. French, German, English, Gatin, Greek, Dutch, Russian, or Burmese, No language came amiss to him-* He read them all with ease. At least his hearers thought he But listen for a while— I’ll tell you of this elephant A thing to make you smile: Although by all accounted wise He didn’t know a letter, But just invented all he read, And none knew any better! —Little Folk*. THE AFRICAN AND IIIS DOO. When a missionary from Africa was lately in England, ho told an amusing story of a poor African, who lived neai ono of the mi sionary settlements, and whoso dog, by some accident, had got possession of n testament in tho uutive language and tore it to pieces, devour¬ ing some of the leaves. This man entno to tho missionaries iu groat dis¬ may, and laid his caso beforo thorn. IIo said that the dog had boon a very useful animal, and had helped to pro¬ tect his property by guarding it from wild beasts, and also in hunting and de¬ stroying them; but he feared it would be useless for lha time to come. Tho missionaries askod him how was this, and why should not his dog be as useful as formerly. As for the injury done, that was but au accident, and the Testament could bo replaced by an¬ other copy. “That is true,” said the poor man; •‘but still I am afraid tho (log will bo of no further use to mi. Tho words oi the New Testament are full of love and gentleness, and after tho dog has eaten them it is not likely that he will hun) or fight for me any more. ” A COURTEOUS PRINCE. * Do not be afraid, Louis,” said the Empress Eugenie, holding her son in her arms. “I am not, mamma,” answered th« boy of eleven, “I have not forgotten that my name is Napoleon.” Tho cuttor in which the empress and her son wero being conveyed at night from a steamer had struck a rock, and the waves were dashing over it at tilt time this conversation took place. The y ouug prince, avho af terward lost his life in the war between tho English and the Zulus, had one trait not com¬ mon to children,—he treated his play¬ mates and a’l who served him with marked courtesy, Tho favorite com • pauion of his sports was Louis Couneau, the son of the emperor’s physician. Tiiey were daily together, and many storms ruftlid their intercourse. One day, when there was to be a state dinner at the Tuiierics, at which the princo was not to appear, he invited Louis Conneau to dine with him. Both tads were very fond of ^strawberry cream, and the prince, in order to giv« an agreeable surprise to his playmate, requested that dish to bo preparod foi tho dessert. Dur ng tho morning the two boys quarrellol, and Louis Oonnean returned home. The prince, two proud to show any emotion at his playmate’s departure took his seat at tho dinner-table and tried to eat. But when tho strawberry cream appeared his self-control gave way. Tho tears rolled down lus cheoks, as lie said to a servant: “Take tho cream to Conneau, and tell him I haven’t the heart to eat it without him I” A HUMAN HOI'. A number of boys were skating and eliding in Yorkshire, England. On a suiden tho ice gave way almost in the middle of tho lake and ono poor little fellow fell in. There was no house near where thoy could run for help; no ropc3 which tjiey could throw to their struggling companion. The boys stood on the bank with pale, sorrowful faces, afraid to try to reach their friend, in caso the ice should give way and swal¬ low them all up. But one boy suddonly remembered that although you cannot stand a board upright on thiu ice without its going through, yet if you lay tho same board flat on tho ice it will bo quite safe. Not only that, but he kuew that he could run along the board without fear oi cracking the ice. “I will lie down flat on the ice nc»j the edge; then one of you muff come to my feet and push mo along till you too can lie down. If you nil lie down in that way, and push the boy in front of you, we shall make a line long enough to reach poor Reuben.” Thus, taking the post of danger bim- self, the brave boy was able by his liv* ing rope to reach his friend. He pulled him out, though he was not one moment too soon, for he was so exhausted with his efforts to keep his head above water that he would very soon have sunk. NO. 11. Sub Kona. I have heard the robins singing Where the sweet magnolia grow* I have seen the zephyrs flinging Twilight kisses to the rose; But a sweeter song has filled me Than the birds in perfumed bowers, And a softer kiss has thrilled me Than the south winds on the flowers. I have felt the lilies blowing Dewy fragrance in the morn; I have seen the sunbeams glaring Golden blushes on the corn; But I know a flower that's fairec Than the lilies dver grew. And I love a blush that’s rarer Than the sunbeam's softest hue. I have seen the moonbeams flying Over starlit, silvery seas; X have heard the zephyrs sighing Through the orange-blossomed trees; But a purer ray h as blessed me Than the moonlight on tins-sands, And a softer sigh caressed me Than the breath of Tropic lands. She is fairer than the flowers; She is sweeter than the rose, And her heart of kindness showers Blessings everywhere she goes. Aitruistic—wi tli out si n iiing— She's an angel from the sky (Far above my earthly winning)— She's enguged! and so am 11 —Larry Chittenden, HUMOROUS. Tho oyster carries his shelter with rim. Thorc are several ways to pay bills, hut tho majority of big ones arc paid with reluctance. AVlien cutlery manufacturers bogin cuttiug prices it is very apt to bs war ,o tho knife. A fruitless search—The ono a farmer makes after the small boy has passed through tho orchard. Carberry— It strikes me you are rather.long paying tiiat bill. Snodsy— That’s because I am so short. “Alfred,” she said, disengaging her hand, “those horrid men saw us—what did they say as they passed by?” “How touching.” ‘‘What do you value that handsome ipaniel at, if I may ask? ’ “Well, if you want to buy him he’s worth $500, and if you’ro the assessor I reckon bo’s worth about 19 cents.” Two howling pet dogs in a backyard uptown were struck, by two bullets last night. Howling dogs should cut this out and paste it in their hats. John—I’m sorry I shall be away so long, Miss Janet. You don’t kuow how I hate to say “good-by ’ to you, but I suppose tho best of friends must part, you know. Juuct—Oh, yes, and whnt’a tho me of pooplo who arc nothing to each other growing sad over separation? That’s the way I look at it. A Once-Despised Vegetable. Some paper, speaking of tho tomato crop, says that 72,000,000 cans "wero put up this year past” aud refers to the old times when tho tomato was called tho “lovo apple,” and held about ai fair a match for “ground cliorries” as food for man or beast. Mr. B. R. Sul- grovo, tho oldest newspaper man in the city, soys lie remembers seeing, when a boy, in 1835 or thereabouts, several stocks or bushes of “love apples” grow¬ ing on the north side of Market street, near Delaware, in the garden of John Wilkins or “Archie” Lingenfeltcr. They wore not called “tomatoes” and nobody thought of eating them more than “jimson burs.” They were not commonly grown, even for garden ornament, and it was a half score of years later beforo they came into even occasional table uso. But lie remem - hers that some of the doctors of that day commended them as a healthful thing to eat, and the new name "to- malo” became familiar. Fifty years or more ago this was the fame and food value of the tomato, now more ofton and generally used, and in more forms than any other garden product what¬ ever. It Took Off Both Legs. Major Jones, who served with credit in tho late war, is no liar, says the Lewiston (Me.) Journal , yet wheu he tells a story ho generally manages to astonish his hearers just the same. He is fond of bonsting that he participated in numerous battles without receiving a wound of any description. Remem¬ bering this fact his comrades were as¬ tonished when ho remarked the other evening at a Grand Army meeting: “Gentlemen, the battle of Antietam was the hottest engagement I ever saw. My regiment, as some of you are,aware, was exposed to a galling tire for more thau two hours without even the poor satisfaction of filing a shot in relurn. During this trying season, wkile I was receiving an order from the Colonel, a cannon ball came straight for me, mow¬ ing a swath through tho tall grass. 1 have reason to remember that shot, gen¬ tlemen, for it took off both legs.” i t Wka f !’’ cried ajn astonished listener, as he glanced at tho speakei’s shapely limbs. “Of my horse,” added the impcr'ur- bah e yLi)<ji.—l‘ldladalpLi e Uncord.
