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Man Is Like a Ship.
1 taw * freighted ship come in
From off a distant cruise,
I heard the glad aud merry din
JChat spread f.ll the welcome new*
I|aw how the people ran,
I saw the colors dip—
For every ship is like a muu,
And man is like a ship.
I saw a ship on a foreign shor*
5Vrecked by an angry wave,
Its sailors ne'er could roan it mor
The ocean was their grave;
But no one came relief to plai)
No colors flew to dip—
For every ship is like a man,
And man is like a ship.
—Donald II. JIT Gregor.
EOSINE’S E0MANCE.
nr KATE XT. CX.EARY.
When Miss Magnolia carefully with-
Orow the dress from the great cedar
trunk, unpinned the old damask table-
pi oth which enveloped it, and spread
out its shining folds for the admiration
of her niece, Rosine, that young lRdy
clasped her pretty hands and quoted
Ecat3.
“ ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forev¬
er 1’ ” she said.
Miss Magnolia nodded aud smiled.
She was altogether unlike the large,
fair, splendid flower, after which she
had been christened—almost grotesque¬
ly unlike, in* facL She was small and
round, and brown, as a maiden lady of
a decidedly certain age could be. In-
deed she reminded one of nothing so
touch as a little russet apple. B it her
heart, which had boen full of senti¬
ment once, was a warm and sensitive
organ still. And she took a deal of
interest in R isine’s romance.
“Yes, my dear, it is a thing of
beauty! And to think 1 never wore it
but twice. Dear, dear!” And she
Went on stroking the primrose sati i,
tenderly as a mother touche* the hair
Of a child.
“You had a lover then, auntie? ’
asked Rosine.
“Yc3, pet, this is one of the dresses
I got for my marriage. But ho went
away,—an business, he said. And lie
never came back.
Hastily she wiped her eves lest a
tear should stain the shimmering stuff
she held. “It is just the gown for
your fancy dress ball,” hnrried on Miss
Magnolia. “A trifle short, of course,
but there i* quite a piece turned in at
the top that you could let down. You
shall go as a lady of long ago.”
“Not so very long ago,” protested
Rosine,- with a laugh. “But really,
auntie, I don’t like to take it. It is
too lovely! ’
“Not for a raiment of war! Remem¬
ber you are going o conquer the
dragon!’’
“That is so. And the master should
have written, ‘Thrice is she armed who
Wears a pretty dress! ”
The foe against whom Miss Rosine
Wilde purposed arraying herself was
tho obdurate une'e of her handsome
lover. Most promptly and perversely
had he opposed the marriage of his
nephew. The young fellow would
have ignored the refusal of his relative,
were it not the old gentleman had
always been very kind and good to
him; had indeed taken the place of his
dead father to him. So he decided
that Rosine should meet his uncle .and
put his prejudice to rout.
“He is coming to visit an old friend
of his,” Cyril had said— “Judge Cliar-
treau. You know the Chartreau fam¬
ily. Of course you have heard they are
going to give a fancy dress ball next
month in honorof the coming out of their
daughter, Lissette. You will receive a
card. You will attend. You will
meet Uncle Albert. And you will take
his heart by storm.”
Hopefully had he planned his scheme;
enthusiastically had he explained it.
But Rosine protested. It wa* to be a
grand ball, and she had nothing to
wear. Besides, she did not flke the
idea of plotting to make a person like
her.
“Bless you,” cried Cyril, “he doesn’t
dislike you. I don’t believe he even
knows your name. His resentment is
general, not particular. As- soon as I
told him 1 was in love with a Southern
girl, he—he (1 have to drop into slang,
Rosine)—he sat square down on me.
It seems a Southern girl jilted him
when he was young, and he is bound to
save me from a like awful fate, But
when once he sees you, he is bound to
capitulate. He is a regular old brick—
Uncle Albert.”
“But I have nothing to wear. Aud,
what I* more, I can’t buy a drc3» for
the Chartreau ball, We—Aunt Mag-
nolia and I—are poor as the proverbial
church mice.”
But just then Miss Magnolia came to
Rosine’s relief like a regular little fairy-
godmother.
“Tiio very thing!” she cried— ,l my
primrose satin!”
R -sine regarded her dubiously, de¬
lightedly.
hH w H hrj J L P3 * J o Ph m
Jealously she knew had her aunt al¬
ways guarded her trunkful of treasures,
her jewels, her laces, her rich, stiff,
glistening old brocade*.
“Do you mean it, auntie?"
Miss Magnolia’s bright old eyes
winked very rapidly indeed.
“I do, my dear! I was young myself
once."
And that was how Rosine Wilde
came to be the belle of Madame Char-
treau’s fancy dress ball. The proposed
festivity had been the talk of New
Orleans for several weeks. Tho night
long anticipated was cool, crisp, sweet
and pearly. Brilliantly lighted was
the broad-balconied old residence on St.
Charles street. Many a carriage rolled
up, rolled off. When llosine descended
from the barouche of her chaperon she
felt a little nervous, a little elated, and
conscious that sho was looking uncom¬
monly well—as indeed she was. Quite
a picture was the pretty young figure, in
the clinging gown of pale yellowish
satin, picturesquely puffed and quaintly
fashioned. The corsage, cut roundly,
revealed the firm, full throat. Dainty
mouscskin swathed the arms, which, if
slender, were also exquisitely rounded-
And the small, olive-tin ted faco was lit
to loveliness by pansy-black eyes. A
flash of adoration succeeded the serene
nonchalance of Cyril Rodney’s counte¬
nance, as he caught sight of her. He
made his way to her side.
“Queen Itosine!” he murmurod. “I
wonder if you know that you're by far
the prettiest girl here to-night! Poor
Uncle Albert!—how complete will be
his surrender! Now, prepare to face
the music!”
And off he wentl He soon returned.
By his side was a sturdy old gentle¬
man.
Rosine’s heart beat more rapidly.
“The dragon!” she said.
Silvery hair had the dragon. A dark
mustache had the dragon. A florid
complexion had the dragon. And a
manner that was grave, dignified, cour¬
teous.
“Uaclo Albert,” explained Cyril,
with boyish eagerness, “this is Miss
Rosine Wilde.”
Wilde! The old gentleman started
perceptibly. He looked at the blush¬
ing girl—at the yellowish gown. Ho
bowed.
“And,” avowed young Rodney,
sending his sweetheart a swift smile of
encouragement, “and—the young lady
of whom I spoke to you.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Albert Ellsworth.
Then interrogatively: “Wilde? Was
your father’s name Ciayton Wilde?”
Rosine assente f.
“And your mother’s maiden name
was Magnolia Kingsley?”
“Oil, dear, no! Aunt Magnolia “was
never married. My mother’s name was
Madeline Kingsley.”
“Eh?” cried tho dragon.
The florid color had faded from his
cheeks. He wa* tugging nervously at
his mustache. lie looked agitated,per¬
plexed.
“My mother died ten years ago,”
said Rosine, “and since then I have
livel with Aunt Magnolia.”
Mr. E isworth regarded her grimly.
“Is that,” he asked abruptly, “your
aunt’s gown you have on?”
Tho soft rose-fire in the girl’s cheek
deepened.
“How in the world did you know?”
she counter-questioned.
A queer, wavering smile was his only
reply.
A constrained siletlco en usd. Cyril
gave his uncle an astonished glance.
“So Magnolia is an old maid?” said
Mr. Ellsworth, abruptly.
“If she is,” cried Rosine, stung to
defence by a remark sho chanced to
consider rude, “it is because she was
true to a lover who proved unworthy of
her!”
“Eh!” ejaculated Mr. E.Isworth,
more sharply than before, And sud-
denly he turned and walked away.
The following day he insisted on ac¬
companying his nephew to the gaunt,
ramshackle, once aristocratic old home
in the French quarter, where dwelt
Rosine. As they were passing the
vaulted entrance to the little flagged
court-yard, Albert Ellsworth caught
sight of a familiar figure moving among
the potted palms and b 'xes of blooms.
“Go on, lad!” he said to Cyril. He
had paused, and was looking through
the brief avenue of gloom to the bright-
ne3s beyond.
Cyril was about to question this new
vagary, when the thought of a peculiar
possibility made him catch his breath
and do as bidden, He knocked at the
barred black door, and was admitted to
Rosine’s radiant presence, And mean-
while his uncle went into the court-
yard. The little old lady standing by
the banana tree looked up at the sound
of the step on the stones.
“Magnolia'” ho cried.
Mtse Magnolia gazed at him in a
dazed, half-frightened kind of way.
Did ghost 3 ever appear in the daytime?
Stouter than he whom she hai known,
anq with hair grown gray. But the
CARNESVILLE, GA*. MONDAY, MARCH 81.1890.
sauie. Around her, in a fantasti*
dance, the broken fountain, tho long-
leaved banana tree, and the giant ole¬
anders went whirling, She didn’t
faint, but she came uoarer to it than
sho ever had como in her life.
“Did you think I ha l desorted you
Magnolia? When I loft you to go
North on businejs, I believed in you as
I’ve never believed in any one since.
And while away I hoard, and ro ad, that
you had married that young Wilde I
used to be so jealous of. So 1 went to
Europe. And I stayed there.’’
“But Clayton Wilde married
Madeline. I always told you ho came
to see her.”
“Yes, I know that—now. I was a
fool to have been so easily convinced of
your falsity. You haven’t changed a
bit, I knew you the moment I saw
you.”
Miss Magnolia smiled delightedly.
Sho did not know he had cxpcctod to
see her. •
“I never forgot the dress you wore
the la*t time I saw you,” declared Mr.
E Isworth, waxing fervent. “I recog-
niz d it on your niece last night."
“Last night! Are you—surely you
are not the dragon 1”
“Wh-at?”
“The—tho dragon!” faltered Miss
Magnolia.
Mr. Ellsworth still looked blank.
“That,” murmored the littlo lady,
feeling sho was in for it, and- might a3
well make a clean breast, “was what
Rosine and I cilled Cyril’s uncle. And
llosine was going to conquer him. ”
Ho burst out laughing.
( ( Well, she did. The boy shall
marry Madeline’s pretty daughter. And
you, Magnolia,—you’ll marry me!”
“Oh, dear, no! I’m too old."
“Not a day.”
1 ‘And ugly—n ow,”
“Loveliest woman in the world to
me,” insisted the dragon, loyally.
“Bless you, my children!” cried a
voice from above.
The pair in the court-yard glanced
up. On one of the inner balconies,
stood Rosine and Cyril.
“Vanish, you scamps!” roared the
dragon.
“I shan’t allow you to marry a South¬
ern girl, sir!” shouted back Cyril, as
he and Rosine beat a brisk retreat.
Laughing and breathless they faced
each other in the old drawing-room.
“Everything’s lovely, sweetheart!”
cried Cyril, in an ecstacy.
Rosine looked deliciously doleful.
“That’s just the trouble!” with a
pout so provokingly pretty that her
lover kissed her there and then. “If
he had only remained hard-hearted,
like the uncles in novels, we could have
run away, and lived in a cottage *bow-
crod in roses, and covered with thatch!’
There isn’t a bit of romanco when
everything turns out so beautifully—all
at once.”
“You little hypocrite!” he said.—
The Ledger.
The First Ice in India.
When one of the first importations of
ice from America arrived, in India it
was most amusing to see the anxiety
with which it was sought after. The
deposits were only open for a short
time before sunrise, when crowds of
coolies were in attendance to carry off
the portions required by their em¬
ployers; these portions were immedi¬
ately enveloped in thick blankets and
inclosed in baskets, which were carried
off with all speed; but a very con¬
siderable quantity invariably dissolved
before they could reach their respective
destinations, says the New York Ledger.
Two or three natives crowding round a
basket, which hai just arrived, were
eager to touch the novelty; but im¬
mediately on feeling its extreme cold¬
ness they ran away, exclaiming that it
was “hurra gurram”—very hot. A
child, too, cried violently, and told his
mamma that the “glass had burnt his
fingers.”
It was not a little surprising, on
several occasions, to see the ice brought
to the table as tiie greatest possible
luxury, and handed around to persons
to mix with their wine, which although
cooled with saltpetre and glauber salts,
had not attained a much lower tem¬
perature than that of new miik.
The ice in question was taken out to
India a* a means of preserving a large
quantity of American apples in good
condition for the Calcutta market,
when the ice unexpectedly proved a
more lucrative species of merchandise
than the fruit.
A Shifting Bullet in a Man’s" Head.
For over twenty-five years Fletcher
Wright, who lives near Dawson, has
carried a bullet in'his head, a wound
received in one of the battles in Vir-
giffia. This minic-ball shifts about,
at one time in the front of his head, at
another time in the back. At times
this bullet gi-os Mr. Wright much un¬
easiness wh.le at work in the field by
its shifting about and the rattling noise
it made in the head.— Macon (Gra .)
Telegraph.
PILOT’S PERILS
Dangers Incurred by Men Who
Board Incoming Vessels.
Notable Disasters In the Last
Fifty-two Years.
“We never know when our time is
coming.' Wo never, know when wo
start out on a cruise whether or not wo
will ever sec homo and family again.”
Tears filled tho speaker’s eyes. He
was bronzed and grizzled and strong, a
man not given to sentiment, but there
was a world of pathos in his words,
and his lips quivered ns ho spoko. His
name was John Cnnviu, Jr., gaudy
Hook pilot. He sat in a shipping
office on South street, awaiting tidings
of the then unknown pilot, who was
swept off the icy deck of tho bark E l-
wnrd Cushing, after he had boarded
her and was bringing her into port.
An hour passed and tho tidings came.
Tiie man aroso from his chair, heard
only enough to confirm hi* fears, ami
hastened to the street. Ho was no
longer John Canvin, Jr., but plain John
Cimvin. The uuknown pilot who had
been swept into an angry sea was his
father.
There are only two or three previous
cases on record where a pilot has lost
his life after boarding an incoming ves¬
sel. Nearly all, however, of the many
accidents to pilot-boats are accompanied
by loss of life. Tuo first recorded
disaster of noto was the loss of the
Franklin in 1838. She was driven
ashore in a gale and all hands were lost.
The following year both tho Gratitude
and the John McKean were lost. Four
pilots perished on the former, and the
after lost six men.
The New Orleans ship John Minfcurn
was driven ashore on tho Jersey coast
February 17, 1840. Forty-two porsons
lost their lives, including Pilot Thomas
Freeborn. His was among tho bodies
recovered, and his funoral was one of
the most impressive ovonts ever known
to pilots. A procession of fifteen
pilot-boats, with sails hoisted, ensigns
flying and all their pilots aboard, went
up and down the bay in tow of the
steamer Mercury. Freeborn was one of
the best-known pilots o> the day.
In 1852 nine lives were lost on the
pilot-boat Commerce, No. 3. In De¬
cember of the same year Pilots Henry
Budd and Robert Curtis were drowned
in a yawl after leaving the pilot-boat
Yankee. In 1853 the Sarah Frances,
No. 7, went down with all on board,
and the Jacob Bell, No. 4, met a simi¬
lar f^te during March of the following
year.
On January 10, 1856, the C. K. Col¬
lins, No. 11, ran ashore on Fire Island
bar, and four of the crew were frozen
to death. A fifth was washed over¬
board and drowned. Nine years later
a similar accident befell tho George
Steers, No. fi, at ftarnegat Island.
Every man of her crew perished from
the cold.
Ten men were lost in 1679, on the
pilot-boat Columbia? No. 8, which was
run down twenty miles off Fire Island,
in a heavy gale by the Alaska, tho first
of the ocean greyhounds.
The pilot-boat Francis Perkins, No.
13, struck a wreck and sank off Barnc-
gat Shoals on Jan. 24, 1887. Pilots
Walter A. Iteddin and William Dalton
were drowned. During the famous
bli/.zard of March, 1888, the Phantom,
No. 11, and tho Enchantress, No. 18,
were lost with all hands. Last year
two pilot-boats were lost, the Bateman,
No. 11, and the Charlotte Webb, No. 5.
Two lives wore lost with each boat.
This is only a partial list of some of
the more notable accidents to pilots and
pilot-boats. A complete list of such
calamities would be a long and appall"
ing on c.r—Neu) York World.
Knew What He was About.
Monsieur wanted the picture hung to
the right; madame wanted it on the
loft. But monsieur insisted that the
servant should hang the picture accord¬
ing to his orders. Consequently Joseph
stuck a nail in the wall on the rigid,
but, this done, he also want and stuc k
another in on tho left. “What i* that
second nail for?” his master inquired iu
astonishment. “It is to save me the
trouble of fotching the ladder tomorrow
when monsieur will have come r ound to
the views of madame.”— London Punch.
Singing <o Some Purpose.
Minister (to Choir-master)—“The
music went splendidly this morning.”
Choir-master—“Ye*, I flatter mysolf it
did.” Minister—“lam glad tosoo tho
lingers give-their whole energy to the
important religious work. There is no
deception in such singing as that.”
Choir- master_• ‘Well, no, I should say
not. You see, Mr. Thumper, I told
the choir last night that an operatic
manager would attend church to-day
for the purpose of finding some good
Voices. Christian Begieter.
A Monster Freight Car.
At the Fitchburg railroad car shops
in East Fitchburg, Mass., one of tho
largest and strongest flat freight cars
ever built for the road has just beon fin¬
ished. It is a special car built to carry
a largo wire cable weighing 05,000
pounds from Worcester to a mino nour
Denver, Col. Tho car is 28 feet long,
8 feet 8 3-4 inches wide, has eight sills
running lengthways, each 4 3-4x11
inches, end sills 9x9 inches. Tho floor
of tho car is covered with 2-inch oak
plauk. It lias two trucks with three
pairs of wheels each—the trucks and
journals weigh about twico as much as
those on a common car. The axlo is
5 1-2 in dies in rtinmotcr, the bearings
4 1-2x8 inches; tho beds, two to each
truck, aro made of oak timbers bolted
together, with two 3-4-inch flat irons
between, making a solid bed 9x13
inches square. Tho swing log is made
in a similar manner, with heavy flit
iron between, making tho log 8x161
inches square. The center bolt is two
inches in diameter. There are four iron
trusses on each bod that havo each a
capacity of holding 24 tons. Tho car
is supported underneath by four heavy
bolsters, strongly bolted to tho sills
with flat irons, fx5 inches. The center
bearing, which rests on tho center bed,
is 4^x14 inches, aud is supported by
two heavy iron trusses made of 5-inch
flatiron. Tho truck and journals are
ail more than double the size aud
weight of tlioso on a common car.
Tho car is equipped with the Westing-
house air-brake and the common hand
wheel brake. The draw-bar is one of
Snfford’s patent, works automatically, is
made of malleablo iron and is easily
worked. The Fitchburg Sentinel says
the car is built of tho best material, in
a most thorough manner, by skilled
workmen, and will bo rated to carry
100,005 pounds. A common car is
rated to carry 45,000 pounds.
A New Use for Insects.
The use of insects for sport has hith¬
erto been confined to more or less suc¬
cessful imitations of their bodies and
wings. We do not know that they have
had any serious industrial purpose, un¬
less the weevils of the ship-biscuit and
the mites of the cheese may bo counted.
What work they did in tiie economy of
nature, as of bees carrying pollen aud
flies infectious matter, Darwinism has
sufficiently advertised. But Lord Wal •
singham announces another departure
to the Entomological Society, which is
not new among the vertebrates though
it is to the insects. We aro familiar
enough with the idea of cats catching
mice, terriers worrying rats, hounds de¬
vouring foxes, and being set aside for
that purpose. As yet we have not suc¬
ceeded in introducing a blue bottle who
could chase away the smaller flics, or a
perambulating wood-worm who could
silence tho sounds of the death-watch.
But there is still hope. Ten thousand
parasites were convoyed from Australia
and put upon the backs of the Cali¬
fornian scale insects, which had been
eating up all tho orange trees. The
latter were worried to death; the
oranges were saved, and tho immigrants
will probably bo sent into the Chinese
quarter of San Francisco, in the hopo
of achieving similar result*.— London
Graphic.
Opposed to Theatre-going Clergymen.
Queen Victoria appears to have a
prejudice against clergymen who go to
the theatre. She is said to have struck
out the names of clergymen from the
lists of her guests invited to see tho
theatrical representations at Osborne,
whereupon the London correspondent
of the Liverpool Mercury remarks:
“Her Majesty proves by this exclusive¬
ness that she is not in touch with tho
new tone in clerical circle*. When
Dean Milman went to tho theatre some
40 or 50 years ago, ho was supposed to
have created a shocking scandal. Now
most of tho clergy go to the theatre
and think nothing of it. I saw a Bishop
in the stalls, it is true, but I have soon
an Archdeacon. 1 have talked with a
Dean on the stops of the Lyceum Thea¬
tre; and as for curates, why the London
curate is, as Voltaire said of tho prophet
Habbakuk, capable du tout.
Fixlng tho Styles of Hats.
Tho method of fixing tho styles in
hats is said to be this: The best hat
manufacturers in tho United States are
members of the American Hat Manufac¬
turers’ Association, which has its head¬
quarters in New York city. The asso¬
ciation meet* in New York on tho sec¬
ond Tuesday of January and August
aud adopt* the spying or fall style of
silk hat. Every silk-hat maker present
submits a style or design, and, when all
are submitted, the association votes for
the different designs, which are num-
bered. The number receiving the high-
est number of votes is declared the
style. Of course, erery manufacturer
can put out styles of his own if he
choose*, but they are not likely to find
a sale.
• SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
Th# crematory has now taken the
place of the potters’ field in Purls, All
unclaimed bodies are cremated at the
new ostubl islimont in Pore la Chaise.
Tho “pulsion tclcphono” has two
simplo instruments connected by a non-
insulatod wire which may bo slack and
also may bo buried in tho earth.
A now explosive is claimed to have
greater violonco than any yet discovered
and to bo iusensitivo to percussion. It
is smokeless and is as nearly noiseless
as explosives can bo.
Tho “tercentenary of the invention
of tho compound microscope” will bo
celebrated by a universal exhibition of
botany and microscopy, to bo hold at,
Antwerp daring tho present year.
Tho now drug jaborondi has boen
found to promoto the growth of hair,
aud even change its color, It can be
used only under medical advico. For
certain hair disoasos it is a good spe¬
cific.
A new instrument called the telc-
graphono enable* tho sender to record
his message on tho cylinder attnehed to
tho receiving instrument in the abscnco
of any one to hear it, and then to havo
it repeated to insure its correctness.
In late French experiments, a pres¬
sure of sovernl hnudred tons to tho
square iuch reduced discs of cork to
one-fifth of their original thickness,
but tho original bulk was regained in
ten minutes aftor tho removal of the
pressure.
Dr. Cortail, the French scientist, re¬
ports a number of cases of poisoning
by new potatoes. The most prominent
symptoms were headache, dilation of
the pupil, colic, diarrlmc r, sweating,
feverishness, epigastric pain, vertigo
and sick stomach.
A now insulated material for electric
conductors has been brought out in
Germany. It consists of paper which
has boen thoroughly soaked in an am-
moniacal coppor solution. It is stuck
to the wires, which aro then passed
through a bath of linseed oil.
A French practitioner, in tho course
of a large number of rovacciuations, was
struck with the fact that tho operation
was far more successful when per¬
formed on the leg than when the arm
was selected. Among 177 cases the
percentage of failures was 45. 45 on the
leg, as compared with 53.84 on the
arm.
Professor Mosso, of Turin, finds that
the blood of eels is poisonous when in¬
jected into the veins of dogs and other
animals, and that an cel weighing five
pounds contains poison enough to kill
ten men. The blood of the eel is inert,
however, when taken into the stomach,
and tho poisonous properties are de¬
stroyed by heat.
Colonel Hart, a farmer in Bradford
County, Penn., has discovered a de¬
posit of mineral paint on his land and
has given an option to a Portland (Mo.)
syndicate to purchaso it for $2505. A
geologist who examined it reports that
there aro at least 200, 000 tons of tho
substance, and that beneath it there is
a bed of lino polishing putty. A factory
will bo ereored, of which Colonel Hart
will be superintendent.
Bush-Farmers’ Houses.
Tho bush-farmer in the North Island
of New Zealand builds his own house
of totara slabs, with the rugged brown
bark loft on, and a good roof of thatch,
made of tho rushes which abound on
the edge of the bush. Timber costs
nothing, so ho need not stint himself
for space. He generally begins with
four good-sized rooms, besides a loft
overhead and a cook’s hut outside. Ho
makes his own furniture, too, unless he
has some household goods which ho
brings with him in a bullock dray.
Many of the farm-houses in the bush
are extremely snug inside, with every
domestic convenience, and all sorts of
little comforts and refinements. In the
rougher ones the furniture is limited to
plain tables and benches of sawn tim¬
ber with bunks against tho wall to sleep
in; and the cooking utensils are only
two in number—a frying-pan and a
“billy,” or tin pot, for boiling or stew-
ing.
But even such primitive habitations
as these aro by no moans to be despised.
They aro warm and wholesome, and,
when kept clean, are really very com¬
fortable. Outside, the bush-farmer
usually plants some scarlet geranium*,
honeysuckles and climbing roses, which
soon spread all over the house and con¬
vert its rough slabs and thatch into *
bower of beauty.
Food abounds on bush-farms, and
the universal rule there is for men, wo¬
men and children to eat throo square
meals a day. The bush is full of wild
cattle, wild pig3, wild goats and
birds, so that there is no butcher’s ^
to pay, and the larder is always
piied with plenty of the best at
cost of a charge of powder and shot.—.
One) a Week- j
NO. 13.
Unrecognized.
A seed come floating near me,
A brown and paltry thing,
It Heemed an idle pastime
* To stay its hasty wing.
Hut lo! my neighbor grasped It,
And ’neath her watchful care,
It grew and gave her freely
A wreath of blossoms rare.
And then the plant beholding^
My tears fell freely down J
The seed was O, so paltry,
And light as thistle down.
\V hv was there none to whlspef,
“Tis opportunity!”
'he bloom and fragrance yonder
Would then have been forme.
-Clara J. Denton , in Detroit Fret
HUMOROUS.
The peal of a banana has a laltlng
inflection.
It’s a very wiso father who knows as
much us his son.
When will tho authorities refuse
rhyrastors a poetic license?
A cloud upon a real estate title does
not alway* have a silver lining.
Men are like drums—tho on* with
tho big head makes the most noise.
A citizen of Franklin, Pa;, is taxed
nino cents on real estate and $3.50 on
dogs.
Woman’s hand may bo pale and deli¬
cate, but she can pick up a hotter plate
than a man.
Thoro is hardly any man so friendless
in this world that he hasn't at least ono
friend ready to tell him his faults.
It requires no lariII prophet to pre¬
dict that it will bo exceedingly difficult
l o do away with tho tacks on cirpcts.
“Anything new un lor tho sun
today?” “Yes, that paint you’re sitting
on. 1 painted that step this morning.”
Clouds uro a good deal lilto men—
they aro harmless when alono, but they
make trouble when they get together.
“lircad is the staff of life, you
know,” said the farmer’s wife to the
(ramp. ‘'I know it is,” answered the
tramp, sadly; “and I know I’ve got too
lean on it."
Six policemen of St. Joseph, Mo.,
have been robbed of their boots while
on duty. Sleep is a good thing, but it
is costly when it is had at the rate of
twenty-five cents a snore.
“If it hadn’t been for me little
Harry Parker would have gotten a good
licking to-day, ma. He struck me, you
know.” “And whnt did you do, my
son?” “I didn’t hit him back."
“Don’t Icel badly over what my wife
said to you to-night. You shouldn’t
mind what she says.” “Well, I don’t
see why I shouldn’t mind what she
says. I notico you always do.”
We like as our companion best
One who behaves at case with us,
And—us the toothsome we digest—
Who never disagrees with us.'
The Ocean Passenger Service.
Twenty-two lines of ceean steam¬
ships landed at the port of New York
last year 9G, 080 cabin and 315,227
sleerago passengers, I have not the
statistics of tho number of persons car¬
ried in cabin and in steerago from Now
York to foreign ports, but it is probab¬
ly no exaggeration t*> say that tho for¬
eign steamship lines received upward
of $30,000,005 in passenger fares alone
in ouo year. Not one dollar of this
groat sum was earned by an American
vessel. Last year 891 trips wore made
by steamers between New York and
foreign ports. Of these 103 were made
by tho North German Lloyd steamers,
which carried 10,430 cabin and 60,.
469 steerage passengers. The Gcrman-
Amcrican packet line comes next, with
80 trips, 5,306 cabin and 31,672 steer-
ago passengers. The Cunard, the Red.
Star and Inman lines stand noxt in the
list in tho number of trips and passen-
gers. Thcro will bo no exhibition on
the other sido this year as there was last,
but tho stcumship agents aro neverthe¬
less preparing for a great European
travel, and it is not likely that their
hopes will be disappointed.
No Hanger.
“John! Johnl Wako up!” “What
is the matter, Maria?” “I hear a noise
in the kitchen. Go down quick and
see what it is. Maybe it’s a burglar.’*
“Mrs. Billus, wbat do you consider the
actual cash value of the silver and
plated ware arid other siealabie article*
in tho kitchen?” “There’s $10 worth
at tho very least.” “Aud do you sup¬
pose, madam, I am going to run the
risk of meeting an armed burglar for a
pitiful, beggarly $10, madam?” (An¬
grily) “Why not, John Biilui! Isn’t
your lifo insured for $5000? ’ — Chicago
Tribune.
An Untimely Interruption.
Minnie—What made you speak to
that poor beggar so sharply? Perhaps
she was really deceiving of help.
Mamie—Maybe she was, but she in¬
terrupted me just as J was hav.cg a
good «y over the poor girl in my novel
dying on t}}9 rica man’s door-step.