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VOL. I.
Tfee Heartli-FIro.
[ sit 4nd utusb before the open lire
jin<t the fairy flamolets dance in gice;
JhBy wave their slender arms right merrily
riaa flaunt with mystic grace their bright
attire.
They seem to say to me, the sportive choir,
“We are the sunbeams, hidden in this tree
Long, long ago. 'Tis thou hast set us free.
With pantomime to please thee we desire.”
rr e tell me nlso, happy, winsome sprite,
That smiles and cheering words of bygone
days,
Soul-sunshiue, yet unheeded as our breath,
May come to us again in darkest nights
From mcm’ry’s treasure-house, and visions
raise
To warm and quicken faiih that wnvereth.
—Frederick L. Sargent, in Youth's Compan¬
ion.
OLD CLOTHES.
• Fur once I've bec.i made a fool of,”
laid Mr. Pattipan, j ist before lie went
out to breakfast ouo morning. ‘Tvc
taken had money, and I no more know
Jrom whom than I know the Koran.
And what is ino:c,” a ided Air. P.itti-
paa, “1 shall offer it to some one if I
carry it about with me, and get into
difficulties. I 11 leave it here.”
He put it into the china howl full of
visiting curds that stoo l on a table in
the corner of his wife’s parlor as he
speke, kissel her, and took his way to
thoso regions vaguely spoi.ou of as
“down-town,” an l Airs. Pattipan
looked at tlie counterfeit note, and in
order that she might not make some
mistake herself tore it across the middle
before throwing it back into the china
bowl.
“Air. Pattipan never observed suffi¬
ciently,” she said to herself. “IIU or¬
gans of nflection are huge, hut his or¬
gans of observation are small."
Mrs. Pattipan had studied phrenology
in her youth, when it was lashionabic
to do so, and had a habit of attributing
people's virtues or failing! to their
bump’. Then she went about her
household duties, ordered the dinner,
scolded the servant, arranged her bu¬
reau drawers aud uttended to Air. Putti-
pan’s button 0 , and in the midd.e of
this task heard the door-he’d ring. It
rang twice without being answered—
cook aud Sura June being in a deep
quarrel, occasioned by the reproo fs of
their miitress—jo Mrs. Pattipau, hav-
peeped over the hallustrades for some
seconds, descended the stairs and
opened the door herself. Through the
glass sho could see that it was only a
peddler of some sort, who wouid be sent
away at once, after which she would at¬
tend to the culprit beiow stairs.
As she opened the door she saw upon
the steps without an old-clothes-man
with a basket of china on his arm. • A
fat little old fellow with a benevolent
smile, who ptnhed his basket into the
door as an entering wedge,- and said
very softly and tenderly and with per¬
suasive waves of his hand from the
cheek outwaid:
“Laty—dear laty—a-me-aible Iaty,
vill you not exchange some oM clo’cs
which aro of no goot, for some e'egant
new vases vich vill make you aivaj’S
some Measure ven you look at dem?
Elegant vases! Oh, you shall see dem.”
“No,” said Mrs. Pattipau, “no, I
think not."
But the w( man who deliberates with
an old-clothes-man at the door is lost.
The basket wedged itself further in.
“It vill cost uodingdo look at dem,”
said the old-clothes vender. It vill be
a b'ensure and cost noding. ”
“Very well,” said Ain. Pattipan, “1
don’t really promi e, you know; you
never give much for the clothe 1 , 1
think your acquisitiveness is more large¬
ly developed than your benevolence.
Seems to me so, looking at yon.”
“Madame is viry good,” said the
old-clothes-man, waving from him the
compliment he fancied he had received.
I go in—danks.”
He entered the parlor. Airs. Patti¬
pan rested herself on a chair near the
window, and the oid-clothes-man ex¬
hibited his stock of common vases, at
which Airs. Pattipan looked contempt¬
uously.
Finally regarding her with an acute
sye the clothes-man restored all these to
his basket, and saying:
“No, dese aro not to madnme’s su¬
perior taste,” put his hand iu his pocket
and drew forth a little ornament of
very beautiful china—a Cupid with a
butterfly on its shoulder, ‘ Zere!” be
said, spreading both hands abroad.
“’Ow about zisl ’
“Well,” sa d Airs. Pattipan, “this is
lovely.”
“And zerc is no more; ’c come from
Paris,” said the old-clothes-man.
“Oh, he is sweet,” said Airs. Patti-
* ‘I’ll what I have. ”
paa. see
And upstairs she rushed, and gather¬
ing from drawer and closet all tho old
pantaloons With baggy knees, and all
the old coats with frayed cuff! and
greasy collars which were in the house,
laid them at the feet of the clothei-
man.
But now it was the old man’s turn to
be scorn fill.
THE ENTERPRISE t ••
“Zsse rags! Oh, madamo, not nose
rags for my lofoly Cupid from Paris!’>
ho sighed, reproachfully. "Madame
vill fiud aonuaing else; she vlll uot ex¬
pect ze poor old clo'cs-man to
cheat hlmsolf. Madame has soma prot-
ty silk dress —a cloak, a shawl—
madamo vill see.’ ’
Madame, who could uot give up the
idea of possetsing the Cupid, now that
she had ones harbored it, ran upstairs
again. Shi searched her d rawers, her
wardrobe, but really she had nothing.
Suddenly it occurred to her that she
had n broche shawl, and tint sho never
wore it. Shawls were out of fashion,
ar.d if she hated anything it was ashawl
turned into n cloak. The thing would
lie (hero useless for years, or sha should
give it to Mr. Pattipan’s Aunt Jaue.
She would never wear it again, that
was morally certain. Why uot buy tho
Cupid with it!
She unfolded the shawl and felt an
unusud contempt for it, it looked so
old-fashioned. It had cost twenty-five
dollars when it was bought, and was as
good as ever; lut what an ugly thing !
Yes, she would do it! She carried it
down-stairs therefore, and the clothes-
man condescended to accept it. How¬
ever, he also put into his bag tlio old
cloth garments.
“I vill not leave zem about to trouble
madame,'’ he said; "I vill oblige her
by carrying z;m away.”
Mrs, Pattipan returned to her parlor
to adore her C lpid—certainly a very
lovely little being.
“How I admire it! It’s my ideality
and my •form,’ I suppose,” she said,
becoming phrenological agaiu. “I
should have been an artsit, having
form and color so largely developed. ”
Then she placed it on the cabinet
shelves, and as she retired to a distance
to observe the general effect, saw that
the counterfeit bill that she had thrown
into the china bowl after tearing it
across had vanished. The old-clothes¬
man had taken it up—there could be
no doubt of that.
“But he was so acquisitive lie could
not withstand temptation,” said Mrs.
Pattipan. ‘‘Well, I hope he Will not
pass it on some poor person, and I don’t
care if he gets himself into trouble—
he deserves it.”
At all events she had her lovely
Cupid—how much better than an old
shawl that she detested! Still, she
would not mention the ol I shawl or the
coats to Mr. Pattipan. Since sho had
made the awful mistake of exchanging
his best trousers for a match-holder, it
was understood between them that oli-
clothes-men were not to be permitted to
cross the tresliold.
No; she could buy what she pleased,
and Mr. Pattipan never thought of ask¬
ing where it came from. It should go
so. But, oh! her lovely Cupid—how
she adored it!
At five o’clock in the afternoon Mr.
Pattipan returned in very fine spirits.
“Well, Ducky,” he remarked to Mrs.
Pattipan, ‘Tvc got a surprise for you.
Sha’n’t tell you what it is until I have
had dinner. It is a birthday present.”
Then he concealed a bundlo beneath
the sofa.
Mrs. Pattipan felt pleased to bo re¬
membered. She was as charming as
possible during diuner-thne, and Mr.
Pattipan made her guess what he had
brought her; but her guessei wore all
failures. Not roses—not a book—not
his photograph—not a watch—not a
ring—not a dress-pattern—'tot a muff!
“I meant to buy a muff,” sail Mr.
Pattipan; “but this was brought into
my office by somebody—quite as though
I had asked the spirits to help me, you
know. Come along, my dear; I want
to see you sail up and down the parlor
in it. You arc quite a queenly sort of
figure, you know, aud a shawl—•”
“Ashawl?” said Air a Pattipm.
“Ah!” said Air. Pattipan, who was
now unfolding his parcel besido tho
parlor table, “a shawl! It is a splen¬
did one—a Cashmere or some Indian
place of that sort—wonderfully valua¬
ble; but, you know, he smuggled it,
and so sold it for nothing, For a
shawl like that $45 is nothing—and I
knew you were out of shawls, You
used to wear them so elegantly in our
courting days, and I liaveat seen one
on you for years.”
“Nor on anybidy else,” Airs. Patti-
pan said within herself, but she beamed
upon her husband.
“Here it is,” said he, hanging it
abroad. “Now put it on.”
The room was not a large one, aud
as the shawl swept into the air it struck
tfie cabinet on that particular spot on
which the Cupid wai perched, The
lovely bit of china danced wildly for a
moment, then toppled over and fell to
the floor. Nothing remained of it but
gleamiug fragments as Airs. Pattipan
stooped to pick it up.
“Never mind the gitncrack, Ducky!”
temarked her spouse, “I bops it is
that match-safe that you give my bc3t
trousera for—ha! ha! ha! Come, try
on the shawl 1”
Mu- Pattipan, with a secret wail for
CARNESVILLE, GA., MONDAY, APRIL 21.1890.
her treasure, obeyod. Sho turned hor
back and allowed tho drapery to fall
over her amplo shoulders, and glided as
graccfulty as possible up and down tho
room.
•Charming!” said Mr. Pattipan.
“You must wear that freely. Don't
save it for host. By Jove! I'm glad I
bought it. The little old fellow came
into my place with tho parcel, and
bless mo if lie wasn’t a curiosity? He
called mo a worthy gentleman, and he
wanted to show me a shawl. Well, 1
couldn’t look at it until he told me all
about tho Vale of Cashmere where it
was made, and asked mo to smell the
attar of roses; and suddenly says I,
‘The very thing for Ducky!’ and I had
Pringle, the clerk, in and put it on
him, and he said he thought it mud he
genuine, for his graudmothcr had one
just like it—” (“No doubt,” said Sirs.
Pattipau to herself.)—“ami out came
my little fifty-dollar hill aud he gave
me a fivc-doliar note, and done it
was! ’
Mr?. Pattipan had reached the end of
the parlor aud was standing quite still
with her back turned. She could not
control her features at that moment;
she had just recognized her owu old
broche shawl—the one she had given to
the clothes-man! She knew it only too
well by tho pattern. And there was
the little fray darned by her own fingers
five years before, when she did occa¬
sionally wear the shawl to market.
“Turn about, Ducky,” raid Mr. Pat¬
tipan. “Now, do you know, 1 haven’t
seen you look so elegant for a long
while! We’ll go to the opera tonight
—comic—and show it oil. I know
women like to exhibit elegant things
when they have ’em—and here is tho
change tho old fellow gave me out of
the fi ty—t five-dollar bill. Take care ;
it’s been mended. You’ll want some
little fallal."
As Mrs. Pattipau canto to her hus¬
band’s side she was aware that she
should see the counterfeit bill that the
old-clothe i-man had stolen from the
china bowl, and indeed she did; and I
can not help believing that sonv; of the
very finest phrenological developments
must have been hers, for she smiled up
into Mr. Pattipan’s face and said: “My
dear, you are usually generous'” and
put the worthless bill in her picket
with a little air of coquetry, and actu¬
ally wore the faded, old -fashioned
broche shawl to the theater that even¬
ing and was happy in it.
But, after all, to have a husband who
thinks one a beauty at forty-five, aud
is anxious to make one happy, compen¬
sates for any such little mortifications
as that which Mrs. Pattipau experi¬
enced when the lady in the seat behind
her whispered audibly;
“Well, that shawl must have come
out of the Ark .’’—Fireside Companion.
Rain From a Bine Sky.
Rain can fall from a cloudless sky.
This thin drizzle is in Franco known as
“serein.” As the atmosphere looks
quite clear when it falls, the probability
is all in favor of the moisture having
been brought by tho wind at a great
elevation. In the Island of Mauritius
the phenomenon is by no means uncom¬
mon during tho prevalence of southeast
winds, slight showers falling in cloud¬
less evenings when the stars are shining
brightly. There the rain is thought to
be due to invisible vapor in the upper
reaches of the atmosphere, being con¬
densed at once and falling in drops
without passing through tho interme¬
diate stage of cloud. Sir John C. Ross
stated that in the south Atlantic it
rained on one occasion for upwards of
an hour, while the sky was altogether
free from clouds. i < The night was
clear,” says the Genoese naturalist,
“the stars were shining witii their ac¬
customed brilliancy, when a shower of
rain, consisting of largo lukewarm
drops, fell during six minutes upon the
town.” A similar view was once ob¬
served at Constantine, in Algeria,
about noon, tho sky being all the time
a splendid blue; and in England fre¬
quently drops of rain, forming a very
slight shower, have even been known to
fall when there were no clouds visible
except near tho horizon. Somo believe
that these showers are the resuit of par¬
ticles of ice formed in the higher re¬
gions melting and falling, while others
attribute them to currents of warm and
cold air traveling in opposite directions,
with the result that the latter condenses
some of tho moisture in the former aud
causes it to fall.
Au Aged Squaw.
The mother of Homily, the famous
Indian chief, died not long ago at her
daughter’s home on the Umatilla Indian
reservation. She is believed to have
been the oldest woman in Oregon.
Homily, who is the youngest of her off¬
spring, is 73 years old. and it is said
first saw the light of day when his
mother had arr.ved at the mature age of
40. If thi3 be true, the woman hai at¬
tained the surprising age of 113 years
at the time of her death .—Ent Ore¬
gonian.
A UNIQUE ALPHABET.
It is Tattooed On a Deaf and
Dumb Girl’s Arm.
A Father’s Queer Way of Talk¬
ing With His Daughter.
“James V. Dorpman and daughter,
Lodge Pole, Neb.,” was written in a
bold hand on the register at the Ridge¬
way House. Air. Dorpman is a tall,
well-built man of CO years, with a long
beard strongly tinged with gray. His
daughter is about 18 years old. Sho
has a pretty, intelligent face, and the
brightest and bla st kind of bright bluo
-•yes. daughter
Wnen Air. Dorpman and his
first came to the Ride way House, they
attracted tho attention "and curiosity of
the guests by their strange behaviour.
Whether in tlie parlor or in tho dining
room Air. Dorpman always sat on the
left-liani sido of his daughter and
tapped her left arm constantly with tho
Augers of his right hand, as though
p’aying on a typewriter. His fingers
skipped nimbly at random from the
girl’s wrist almost to her shoulder aud
back again. At intervals ho paused
and the girl smiled, nodded her heal,
or else tapped her left arm in the same
manner with tho fingers of her right
hand, tho old man closely watching
their movement.
Tho strange actions of the couple
were subjects of continual comment
and speculation among the guests.
Finally some one noticed that tho
father and daughter were never heard
to exchange a word. They always sat
quietly when in each other’s presence,
and were always drumming on the
girl’s left arm as if it were a pianoforte.
The girl kept away from the other
guests of her sex, and was never seen
in conversation with any one. At the
dining table Mr. Dorpmau gavo the
orders to the waiters both for himself
and his daughter. When Proprietor
Butterworth met the young woman on
the stairs and said, nflably, “Good
morning,” she never answered the
salute. The strange actions of the
couple occasioned such widespread
comment and curiosity among the
guests that finally Proprietor Butter-
worth approached Mr. Dirpman one
day, and, after a few minutes of
general conversation, asked him to ex¬
plain the cause of his constant tapping
on his daughter’s arm.
“So you’ve noticed that, cb?” said
Mr. Dirpman with a laugh, “Weil,
that is how I talk to Hattie, She is
deaf and dumb.”
Air. Butterworth asked him how he
was able to converse with his daughter
by simply drumming on her arm?
" “You’ll think it is easy after I tell
you," lie answered. “You mud re¬
member that we came from an obscure
part of Nebraska. I scttlod there with
with my wife a quarter of a century
ago. Eighteen years ago when Hattie
was horn, there was uot a homo within
a mile of m, nor a city within sixty
miles. As the child grew older we dis¬
covered that she was deaf and dumb.
AVe were at n loss how to commuuicate
with her. AYo were far away from a
civilized community, and no one wo
knew was familiar with the sign lan¬
guage of the deaf mutes, so that the
baby grew up to be a child before we
could devise some scheme to talk to
her.
“F.nally my wife hit upon a novel
idea. She got a clever young follow
who worked for us to tattoo the alpha¬
bet ou Hattie’s arm. The letter “A”
began just above tho wrist and the let¬
ter “Z ’ ceded just below the shoulder
blade. Hattie was then six years old.
In less than a year by this means my
wife had taught her tho alphabet.
“Then tvc began to spell out words,
touching each letter very slowly with
our fingers. As the child learne l we
became faster, apd when Hattie was
twelve years old iwe were able to talk to
her as rapidly as a person can spell out
words on a typewriter. Hattie, too,
learned to answer us by drumming on
her tattooed arm. Of course, for
several years at first, when we wonted
to talk to her, or she to us, she had to
roll up the sleeve of her left arm.
Gradually her sense of touch became so
fine that she knew without leaking just
where each letter was located, and her
mother and I, by constant practice,
were enabled to strike these letters with
her sleeves rolled down.”
Statistics are Funny.
A ciever hand at figures says:
“Twelve thousand vehicles, a quarter
of them omnibuses, piss through the
Strand in the day, and the narrowness
of the street causes each of the 63,000
occupants to waste on an average of
three minutei. Tue total waste of time
equais 3150 hours, the mousy value of
which, at the very moderate rate of one
shilling an hour; is £157 per day, or
over £47,000 ner annum-
An Icelandic Colony in Dakota.
Dikotun enthusiasts call the lied
River Valley “Tuo Egypt of the North¬
west,” on account of tho alluvial rich¬
ness of tho soil. It is not, properly
speaking, a valley, as we of tho East
understand it. It is a broad depression
in tho rolling prairie, through whose
middle tho river finds its way to Lako
Winnipeg. One-third tho entiro popu¬
lation of North Dakota is found in the
lied River Valley.
Pembina county is in tho extreme
northeustern corner of the state. It is
one of tlie most unique districts in tho
United States. Its northern border is
the Manitoba line. Winnipeg is dis¬
tant only sixty miles from its county
seat. The population of Pembina
coutity is roughly estimated at 3000;
the fourth in this respect in tho state.
Threo elements predominate: Cana¬
dians, Icelanders and Americans. Tlie
Americans aro in the majority. In the
matter of politics tho naturalized
Canucks and the Yanks pull together.
They give the Icelanders what tlioii
name implies, the cold shako. But tho
iattcr nro beginning io assort them¬
selves. As tho Scandinavians compel
recognition in all county, state and
federal officos in the Northwest, so tho
Icelanders are urging their claim!. It
may bo a matter of hut a few years
when a congressional representative of
their own race will represent tho Ice¬
landers of North Dakota in tho national
legislature.
It has only boon within tho past ten
years or so that this class of immigrants
begau to colonize North Dakota to any
extent. There are now about 2500 ol
them located along the border in Pem¬
bina county. They aro clannish, as a
rule. They are well oducatcd iu tHeir
native language, and rapidly acquire a
knowledge of English. When the ad¬
vance guard first arrived they started
for the sand hills, as the foot hills of
tho Pembina Mountains nro callod.
They liavo been going there ever since,
and this is where tho main colony is
located, though there arc Icelanders to
be found all through the county. Like
the Scandinavians, they, as a rule, wero
very poor when they first arrived.
Frugality, ability to withstand the
rigorous weather of a Northern mid¬
winter, and a knowledge of fanning
and stock-rai3Uig have been the basis
of their prosperity. Alany of them
have grown comparatively rich iu fivo
years, while Americans and Canadians
with equal advantages havo just made
both ends moot. —Philadelphia Press.
Nose Breathing.
Dr. Scaues Spicer, in speaking upon
• ‘Nasal Obstruction and Alouth-breath
ing as Factors ill the Etiology and Dis-
orders of the Teeth,” says he lias been
struck with the frequency with whicli
carious teeth were associated with ob¬
struction of the pliaranx and enlarged
tonsils; so much so that ho had made
it a practice to examine tho teeth in all
cases of nasal obstiuction, and he is
convinced that there is a generic rela¬
tion between some cases of vaulted arch,
narrow jaws and irregular Icetli and
nasal obstruction. Normally we should
breathe through the nose so as to
warm aud filter the air respired, as does
tlie Indian and tho West Indian negro,
who passes harmless through swamps
emitting poisonous miasma. In fact,
all animals, savage races, and young
infants do so; but a large number of
adults of civilized nations breathe
through tho mouth. Tho tooth arc
thereby exposed to a current of air of a
much lower temperature than that ol
the body, which woul d ten l to cause
inflammation of the periosteum and
pulp of a tooth and be a predisposing
cause of caries iu other ways. The
habit of breathing through tho noso,
which can he cultivated without diffi¬
culty, is a valuable acquisition.
Warm Milk a Cure For Consumption.
The fact that consumption can he
cured is daily becoming more and moro
impressed on the mind of tho layman.
One of the simplost and best methods
of fighting this dread malady is the
warm-milk treatment, and while under¬
going it the patient is advised to go on
some farm, where he is sure to get it
fresh, and where, moreover, he can pass
his days in horseback riding, AVhcn
the entire tieatmcnt is undergone re¬
covery from consumption would not
only be possible, but would very likely
occur, unless the lungs had been too
seriously diseased. An outdoor life in
pure air, good, wholesome food aud
plenty of it are the surest cures for the
malady, and no one of these features is
more important than cither of the
others.— N. T. Evening Telegram.
Looking backward.
He—Alone?
She—Yes. I was just allowing my
thoughts to run back into my ehild-
hood’s happy days,
IIc—Are you fond of looking back-
into the long forgotten past ?—Man
sty's Weepy
CHILDREN'S COLUMN.
A KEI,lOW’S MOTHER.
“A fellow's tuotner,” Baid Fred the,wiaet
With ids rosy cheeks and his merry eye*,
"Knows what to do if a fellow gejts htrt
By a thump, or a bruise, or a fall in'thi
dirt.
"A fellow's mother has rags and jtrlngs,
Bags and buttons, how and sho lots is, of she’ll thlngji;
No matter busy stop
To see how well you cau spin your top,
"She does not care, not much, I mean,
If a fellow’s face is not always clean;
And if your trousers are torn at the knee
She enn put in u patch that you never see.
“A fellow's mother is never mad,
But only sorry if yon are had;
And I’ll tell you this, If you’re only true,
She’ll always forgive whate'er you do.
"I’m sure of this," said Fred tho wise,
With a manly look in his laughing eyes.
"I’ll mind my mother, quick, every day,
\ fellow's u baby who don't obey.’
— Youth's Companion.
Tim rowEit oi? thcth.
It is related of a Persian mother, on
giving her son forty pieces of silver as
his portion, that sho made him vow
never to tell a lie, and said:
“Go, my son, I consign thee to God;
aud wo shall not meet again till the day
of judgment.”
The youth went away, and tho party
he traveled with wore assaulted by rob¬
bers. One fellow asked the boy whal
ho had, and ho answered with candor
that surprised the questionor:
“Forty dinars aro sewed up in mj
garments. ”
Tito robber laughed, thinking the
boy jesting. Another asked the same
question and received tho same answer.
At last the chief called him and askod
him what ho had. Tho boy replied:
“I have told two of your people
already that I havo 40 dinars sewed up
in my clothes.”
“Aud liow came you to do this?”
“Because,” replied tho boy, “1
would not be false to my mother, whom
I solemnly promised novor to tell a
lie. » >
“Child," said the chief, “art thou »o
mindful of thy mother while I nrn in¬
sensible, nt my age, of the duty I owe
to God? Give mo thy hand, that I may
swear repentance on it.”
He did so and his followers woro
struck with the scene.
“You havo been our leader in guilt,”
they said to the chief; “bo the same in
the path of virtue.”
And, taking the boy s hand they
swore repentance on it .—Chicago Her.
aid.
TIIB OWL AND THU CAT.
Tlie only one of our Northern owls
which seems short-sightod is tho little
Acadian owl. It is more exclusively
nocturnal than any oilier that wo havo
here, seldom, if ever, moving in the
day limo unless disturbed, When
found it can often bo taken alivo with¬
out difficulty. But whether this un-
wariness is due to defective sight re¬
mains to be proved, for those which we
havo had as pets seemed to see perfectly
in tho daytime, although they did not
become lively until night. In all we
havo had threo. Ono refused all food
and was liberated after a few days; tho
second ate only too willingly and died
from devouring a scrap of salted meat;
the other was for a long time a most in¬
teresting pet, although this was before
my remembrance. He was given the
range of the house, and soon became
very tame, on good terms with the
wholo family except tho cat.
Ho was a gcntlo little creature, quiet
in the daytime, but lively at night,
when ho would sometimes bo heard
talking to liimsclf—the only vocal noHo
that ho made—a soft co-co-co-co-co-co
several times repeated. Ho never was
contented to sit on any perch which
would cause ono foot to bo below tho
other, and whenever lie alighied on
sueli a place (as tho top of a clock or a
chair-hack) he immediately walked aide-
wise up the incline until ha stood nt
the highest point, where bis feet could
be on a level. He was an acrobat in a
small way, for when a small stick was
put between his jaws and ho liftod by
it, he would swing buck and forth in
wiier and wider arcs until on some
backward swing longer than tho others
he could throw up his feet and grasp
the stick, when he would raise himself
into an upright position and look as so <
date as any owl.
His great delight was to torment the
cat. Ho hectored tho poor beast until
an undisturbed nap was something only
to ho dreamed of, flying down from
some high perch with a speed aud
silence whicli enabled him to scratch
his victim’s nose or ears and escape in
good season. So sudden were the at¬
tacks that the cat got no opportunity of
revenge until after tho owl died and
was mounted, when ono day he tore off
the owl’s head. Whether he was satis¬
fied that the bird was killed, or was
disgusted to find him only tow and
feathers, can never be known; hut after
that he looked at the owl and the owl
looked at him without enmity ,—Forest
and Stream.
NO. 16.
The Old While I’ine.
Far to the north in the trackless wild
A grand old pine tree stood,
Towering aloft in its majesty,
The monurch of tho wood.
Through all the storms of the countless
years
It proudly reurod its head
High o’er the ranks of its kindred near,
Where forest sires lay dead.
Deep in the heart of the wilderness
To mankind all unknown,
Safe from the ax of the lumberman
For ages it had grown.
At last one day through the forest came
Stout woodsmen by tho score,
And era the light of that day had (led
Tlie monarch's reign was o'er.
Straight to tlie core of the patriarch
The keen-edged blades were sent,
And prone to earth with a mighty roar
The giant crashing went;
Then of the huge weather-beaten limbs
The prostrate trunk was shorn,
And to the mill by the rapid streum
Its severed lengths were borne.
Forth to the world went the woodland king
ltont in a thousands parts.
Borne from its home in the northern wood
Out to tlie busy marts;
Part went to form a laborer’s cot,
Part framed a mansion line,
And many tilings for the good of man
Came from the old white pine.
—Frank II. Welch in Detroit Free i'ms
HUMOROUS.
Silence is golden; but it is tho other
follow's silence that is moant.
Tho switchmen’s interest iu tho rail¬
roads thoy represent seem3 to bo flag¬
ging.
Bettor be good than groat. You'll
havo loss competition. Tho latter busi¬
ness is overdone.
“Poets must suffer baforc they can
write,” says a philosopher. After that
it is other pcoplo who suffer.
Judge—How dare you como into
court so? Take your hat off. Accused
—But, Judge, you know I am no
stranger here.
Mrs. Gazzam: “Here’s an article
about an organ with fifty stops.” Gaz¬
zam: “Uml I wish that piano next
door had even one!"
“You will observo ono thing about
Now York property,” said tho real es¬
tate uiin— “a front foot is moro valu¬
able than a back yard."
Alice—Pa says you havo no home,
and that it would bo foolish for me to
givo up a good ouo to marry you.
Algernon—But, in j dear Alice, I don't
ask you to givo up your home, I merely
ask to share it with you.
“Time is money," the sages said in the good
old times,
And it finds a modern echo when we
punish petty crimes.
When the judge pronounces sentence this
is the well-worn phrase:
"Tlie decision of tlie court is ten dollars or
ten days.”
AYliy tho Admiral Stood.
At the theatre tho other night it
chanced that the orchestra between two
of the acts played the “Star Spangled
Banner,” ami us tlie music wai turned
oil one tall and stately old gentleman
arose in tho midst of Iho pa:quct and
continued to stand erect for some min¬
utes. Two pretty young women who
sat on either side of him finally began
pulling at his coat tails.
“Papa! l*,ipa 1” they whispered ner¬
vously. “What aro you standing up
for?” Do you see any ono you know?"
The old gentleman said not a word,
but remained standing as before.
“Papa, you are attracting attention, ”
the young ladies whiipered again, yet
more anxiously.
Still tlio old gentleman continued iu
his upright attitude. Finally, when
the orchestra had brought tlio piece to
a conclusion, he sat down again.
“What wero you standing up for,
papa?” asked the pretty young women.
“AVero you looking for somebody?'
The old geutlman smiled.
“My dears," ho replied, “it is in all
civilized countries save this tho invaria¬
ble custom for tho whole audience in a
theatro to rise to their feet and remain
standing while the national anthem is
being played. Incidentally to my life¬
time of naval service I have become in
many lands so accustomed to the obser¬
vance of this rule of etiquette that I
instinctively got upon my legs when
tho band began the 'S ar Spangled
Banner.’ And, having risen, I thought
I might as well pursuo tho formalily to
tho end, even although I was the only
person in tho house who exhibited that
mark of patriotic respect. I was not
afraid of attracting attention, for a
man in my position can afford, if their
be occasion, to sot the fashion. ”
The old gentleman’s explanation was
cut off at this point by some one who
leaned over from the row of orchestra
chairs immediately behind and ad¬
dressed him as “Admiral.” — Washing-
,ton Star.
And He Had to Take tlie Hint.
“The roar of the lion is magnifi¬
cent,” said he.
“Tho raw of tho oyster is more to
my taste,” said she.
