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VOL. I.
The Good and tho 111.
peak a hod word and it echoes forever
Upward and downward the length of the
earth)
peak a good word and its music will never
Wander away from the place of its birth.
J rite a bad sentence and nothing can ban-
ish
The freshness of words wo Would gladly
undo;
rrite a good thought and in air it will van¬
ish;
The good we must ever and always renew.
ALICE’S FORTUNE.
BY HORATIO ALGER, JR.
I “Sister Theodosia,” said a foe He
Voice from tho bod.
I The Sister of Charity, a mild-faced
Woman of middlo age, answered tho
jfcumraons of tho dying man, and ap¬
proached tho bedside.
I The dying man was Ilcctor Moritz, a
who had fallen from a house
which ho was building, a few days bc-
and so injured bimsclf that he
could not recover. He lived j ist out¬
side tho village of Si. Bubo, with his
little girl, Alico, now seven years old.
Hri syfe had died three years before,
but Alice, child as she was, could make
coffee and cook an omelet as skilfully
as if she wero twico as old, and had
acted as her father’s little housekeeper.
So it happened that, being aloue, an
unusual affection had sprung up
between Alice and her father.
Tho Sister of Charily approached tho
bedside. The sick man’s face expressed
anxiety, and his eye turned from the
nurse to his little girl, who was pale
and grief-stricken, yet had self-control
enough not to betray her emotion lest
it should distress her father iu his lust
momouts.
“What can Ido for you, M. Moritz?”
asked Sister Theodosia, in a gcntlo
voice.
Ilis glance wandered to his little girl
once more.
“Alice,” he gasped, “provided for.”
“Do you meau that you wish Alice
provided for?' 1 asked tho sislor, striv¬
ing to interpret his broken words.
“Already provided for—money
there,” and he pointed vaguely down¬
wards.
“Poor man! Ho b waudering in
mind,” thought the sister,—for lie was
pointing to the floor; but sho thought
it best to appear to have uudcistood
him.
“Yes,” sho said gently, “have no
anxiety.” He looked at her wisfully,
and then, seeming to think ho was un¬
derstood, he fell back upon tho pillow’
from which he had lifted his head, and
a moment after expired.
When Alice realized that her father
was really dead, she gave way to exces¬
sive grief—so excessive that it soon
wore itself out, leaving her pale nud
sorrowful. Sister Theodosia took her
into her lap, and pressed her head
against her bosom in sad compassion,
for little Alice was now without father
or mother.
In duo time Hector Moritz was bur¬
ied, and the next thing to he complet¬
ed was, how should Alico be disposed
of?
Hector Moritz left two near relatives,
both cousins. One of these was a thriv¬
ing tradesman in the next town, a man
who had prospered, partly through hb
selfishness, which was excessive. Tho
other, also residing in the next town,
was a poor shoemaker with a largo fam¬
ily, who found it hard enough lo make
both ends meet: but was, withal, kind
and cheerful, beloved by tho children
for whom lie could do so little, and pop.
ular in the village.
There two cousins met at tho funeral
of Hector Moritz.
“I suppose Hector diod poor,” said
M. Ponchard, the tradsman, a little un¬
easily.
“This house is all he owned, so far
as I know,” said tho notary, “and it is
mortgaged for nearly its value.”
“Humph! that is bad for tho child,”
said M. Ponchard.
“I suppose you wilt tako her home,
M. Ponchard?” said tho uotiry bluntly.
“Wo all know that you are a prosperous
man.”
Tho tradesman drew back.
“If lam prosperous” he said, “I
have had to work for my money. It is
all I can do to provide for my own fam¬
ily. I cent support other people’s
children.”
“Then you won’t do anything for the
child?’
“I didn’t say that. I’ll give her
twenty-five—nay, fifty francs, That’s
all I ought to do.”
“And how long will fifty franc3 sup¬
port her?” said the notary disdainfully,
for he detested tho meanness of the rich
trade-man.
“That is not my affair. Sho need
not starve. She can go to the alms¬
house.”
“Who speaks of the almshouse?”
spoke up M. Corbet, the poor shoe¬
maker.
“M. Ponchard suggests that Alice go
to Up almshouse,” said the notary,
THE ENTERPRISE. t
“Not while I have a homo to oilor
her," said the poor cousin warmly.
“flut, M. Corbet," said the notary
“yon aro poor. Can you afford, with
your many children, to uudortako an
additional burden?”
“I never look on them m burdens—
they are my joy an! comfort,” said M.
Corbot. “I cau’t give Alico a luxuri¬
ous home, but such as 1 have sho i3 wol-
como to. I am suro tho good God will
not let mo star ve, if I undertake tho
care of my little orphan courin.”
“He’s a fool!” thought M. Ponchard
contemptuously. “Hu will always be
miserably poor.”
But tho notary grasped his hand,
and said, — “M. Corbet, I respect you.
If you aro not rich in mouey, you arc
rich in a good heart, and that is tho
best kind of riches."
So, no opposition being made, little
Alico went homo with the poor shoe¬
maker. As for tho cottage, that was
loft in tho hands of tho notary to sell.
As already intimated, tjjoro was a mort¬
gage upon it lo nearly Us full valuo, so
that it was not likely to bring much
over. Wiiat littlo thcro should be
would go to Alice.
Several mouths passed without any
opportunity to sell the cottage. Dur¬
ing that time Alice remained at the
house of M. Corbet, treated, I was
about to say, like one of the family.
This, however, would not be strictly
correct. Sho was not treated like one
of the family, but better than one of
the family; in short, like a favored
guest, for whom nothing was too
good.
But unfortunately at this juncture,
M. Corbet fell sick, and having al¬
ways been compelled to live to the
limit of his small income, had nothing
saved up for the rainy day which had
come upon him, aud so tho family were
soon in a bad strait.
Tho notary heard of it and was
stirred with compassion.
“If only Alice had something,” he
said to Sister Theodosia, whom he met
one day at a sick bed; for tho good
Sister of Charity spent her time in
tending the sick without compensation,
“if only Alice had some small property
she might come to tho relief of her
poor relation.”
“And has she not?” asked Sister
Theodosia.
“Nothing that I know of beyond the
house, and upon that there is a mort¬
gage to nearly its full value.”
“But her father upon his death-bed
told me that she was provided for.”
“Did he, iuleel?” asked tho notary,
surprised. “Did he say anthing more?”
“No, he was unable to; but ho
pointed to the floor. I am afraid he
was out of his head, and meant noth¬
ing.”
“Stop! I havo an idea,” said the
notary suddenly. “Can you lcavo for
a few minutes, and go with mo to tho
cottage?”
“Yes, I can be spared for half an
hour,” said Sister Theodosia.
Together they went to the cottage,
which chanced to be closo by.
“Now,” said the notary, when they
were once inside, “to what part of tho
floor did M. Moritz point? Can you
remember?”
“There,” said tho sister.
‘Very well; we will soon see
whether there is anything in my idea.
The notary procured a hatchet, aud
succeeded after a limo in raising a
plauk of the fi >or, Bister Theodosia
.
looking on, meanwhile, with surprise.
But her surprise was increased when
on the plauk being raised, a box was
discovered underneath.
“Help mo lift it,” said the notary.
With the aid of tho hatchet, he re¬
moved the cover of the box, and the
two uttered an exclamation of surprise
whon underneath they found a large
collection of gold coins. On the top
wa3 placed a sheet of note paper, on
which were written those words, in the
handwriting of the deceased :
“The gold in tliia box represents the sav¬
ings of many years. It is for my daughter,
Alice. For her sake I have lived frugally,
and I hope it may save her from want when
I am gone. Hector Moritz.”
“How much is there?” asked Bister
Theodosia.
“There aro two hundred and fifty
Napoleons, These make five thousand
francs. Truly, M. Moritz muit have
been frugal to save so much.”
“Then little Alice is an heiress," said
Sister Theodosia.
“It is as you say.”
“I am very glad, Now she can pay
her board to M. Corbet, and he will lose
nothing by his kindness.”
“I will go tonight and tell him.”
The poor shoemaker was Blill sick,
and his money had wholly given out,
so that the family had had no supper.
“I am sorry you are sick, my friend,”
said the notary.
“Yes, » > laid the poor shoemaker,
! ighlng; “it is unfortunate.”
* M. Corbet, you aro a good man, qpd
truly charitable. But I have good news
for you-”
CARNESVILLE, GA„ MONDAY, MAY 12.1890.
“Good nows! Well, it could ncvai
come nt a better time."
“You thought Alico was poor.”
“Aud sho is not?”
“On tho contrary, sho is an heiress.”
'•What do you meau)''
“Her father loft five thousand franc3
for her fortune.”
“Is that tru:)’’ a«ked tho slioomakor
and his wife, bewildered.
‘■Yes; aud theroforo it is only fitting
that sho should pay her board. How
long has she been here?”
* Four mouths. ”
“Seventeen weeks, as
father’s executor, I am going to allow
you eight francs a week, and you shall
undertake to provide hor with a homo
and clothing. For sovcntcen wocks,
then, that sho has been here I owe you
ono hundred and twenty-six francs. I
pay it to you at once.”
“But it is too much,” said M. Corbet,
surveying (lie gold with stupefaction,
for lie had never seen as much before.
“It is right.”
“We are saved!” said his wife,
thankfully. “I will go out aud buy
somo bread. Childreu, you shall havo
some supper."
At this there was a shout of joy from
the children, aud tears of gratitude
flowed down the cheeks of tho poor
shoemaker, who pointed to Alice, and
said;—
“She has brought mo good foriuno.”
Beforo the money was half oxpendod,
the shoemaker had recovered, and went
to work again. Tho eight francs a
week he received for Alice proved a
gecat help to him, and enabled him to
procure more comforts than before.
From that time M. Corbet prosperod,
and wn3 oven able to savo up monoy,
aud all through his unsolfish kindness
to little Alico, through whom he be¬
lieves good fortune has come to him
and his .—Yankee Blade.
Squatter Life in Old Hulk*.
In coming across the Hoboken Ferry
attention was called by an old Jerseyite
to a point on the shore of our neighbor¬
ing Stale. “I often think,” he said,
“that many men are like rats, aud love
to live in holes and ruins. Up there is
a mass of canal boats and river craft,
which havo been wrecked beyond all
possibility of restoration, and which
will bo there until they have rotted
away or have been destroyed by the
local authorities. Yet, all of those old
hulks that aro habitablo are tenanted by
squatters, who havo converted the do-
caying interiors into quiet, cozy and
comfortable quarters. The/ pry no
rent or taxes, but vote with great regu¬
larity. Though tho site would seem
dangerous, so far as childron aro con-
corned, mishaps seldom occur. The
young ones aro simply water rats. In
summer they are iu tho water four and
five times a day, and nrs so tough aud
hardened that they plunge in a 3 early as
March aud as late as November. It is
hardly needful to aid that they aro
strong and healthy.”
A bystander who heard tho old
Jerseyite remarked: “Hoboken dies
not monopolize tho business of utilizing
wornout hulks for human habitation.
Brooklyn in this regatd leads the
United States. Thero are homes of
this class in the great basins around
Gowanus and on Newtown Crock. I
think that tho water population of the
City of Caurches must be close oa to a
thousand. They havo a simple system
of repairing the walls and roof of their
houses; that is to say, tho s dss and tho
docks of their boats. They throw to¬
mato cans into a bonfire until tho
solder h melted aud the cau is con-
verted into a big sheet of metal. This
they nail over any hole, and keep on
nailing others until the shell is a verit¬
able tin-clad.’ ’— N. Y. Star.
Ironing Hats.
“I haven’t had my hat ironed sinco I
bought it two mouths ago,” I hoard a
gentiemau say as he handed it to tho
attendant of a well-known hat store to
havo it dressed over. “You seem to
have a comraou idea that ironing spoils
a silk hat,” replied the hat man. “That
is a great mistake. No ono wears a
silk hat over a year, whilo the majority
of men change with tho spring aud full
styles. You might iron a hat every day
for six months without svearing off the
nap or injuring it unless you should
burn it in ironing, which rarely hap¬
pens. Tho leading lint store proprie¬
tors do not care to disseminate much
information on this subject because
they sell hats with a guarantee to iron
them for you at any time free of cost.
If it were not for tho common idea that
ironing hurts the hat the stores would
be clogged with the mere business of
ironing hats .”—New York Press.
And Not Half Try.
Alonzo—Oh, Bessie, I wish I had
ability enough to make something of
myself.
Bobby—Pupa says you have for mak¬
ing a fool of yourself.— Binghampton,
Republican.
“HOSPITAL BIRDS.”
They Do Not Sing, Dut Eat and
Drink Heartily.
Peculiar Patients Described by
a New York Doctor,
“Did you ever hear of tlio hospital
bird?” remarked a doctor at Bollcvuo to
a New York Nats reporter the other
day.
“Is it a canary or tho lark thnt sings
in heaven with its nest upon tho
ground?” queried Iho latter. “Neither.
The hospital bird is the term wo apply
to tlio follows who winter in hospitals
and come out of their comfortablo ucsts
with tho regularity of tho ilowois that
bloom in tho spiing. They manage to
be well lodged and fed during tho win¬
ter, aud the clmngo for tho better that
comes with tho spring is simply won¬
derful. No matter what tho discaso is,
when it is of a medical character, it
commences to disappear. ”
“But cau’t Doctor Newcomo, the
examining surgeons, tell what man
should te admitted to the hospital aud
what mnu is feigning disease?”
“Certainly, but when the hospital
bird is admitted ho is sick. It may ho
that ho has boon suffering from whiskey
or an empty stomach, from cold and ex¬
posure, from tho grip or from any ono
of the thousand ills to which flesh is
heir. With the exception of rheuma¬
tism there is hardly a discaso in the
present advanced stage of medical sci¬
ence that can be successfully simulatad.
With rheumatism you have only tho pa¬
tient’s word, except it be of the inflam¬
matory character, to depend" upon. It
is not, as a rule, that tho patient does
not (fome lioucstly into tho public hos¬
pitals that is the evil, but thnt once iu
they slay thcro long after thoy aro
cured, occupying beds that should ho
at the disposal of others. S.'cing that
they aro well cared for and havo noth¬
ing to do thoy make up their minds to
stay in as long as thl^ are altowod.
These are the kind of patients who tell
that wild, weird talo of tho black bot-
tie.
“Tlio story goc3 that wlicu the at¬
tending physiciaui at-"Bjllovue have a
hopeless case or are tired of treating a
troublesome patient, they toll the nurso
to givo him a dose that will send him
to sleep for an eternity, under the
pretense that it i3 medicine. Of course,
there is not an atom of truth iu this
fairy (ale, but what is done with men
suspected of being hospital bird; at
Bellevue is to send them to the Charity
Hospital on Blackwell’s Island or tho
Homce ipathic Hospital on Ward’s. In
these institutions the food, oxcept
where ordcrod by the physician, is
plain and coarse, and all patients who
are considered able to work for their
keep are made to do so. Follows tint
we havo had in Bellevua for montln bc-
camo cured aud dcmtndcd Iheir dis-
charge from these inititutipm in throe
d ays.
“Although it is extremely difficult to
simulate a disease in order to gain ad¬
mission to a public hospital it is quite
easy to delay recovery and simulate the
existence of sympti mjf-that have long
since disappearol. Iur such eases it U
quite common to exhaust tho resources
of all the disgusting drugi in tho dis¬
pensatory on the hospital bird who ob¬
jects to flying.”
“But can lie not bo discharged?”
“Certainly he can, hut should tho
physician ordering tho discharge mako
a mistake he will find, perhaps, his re¬
putation ruined and himself hold up
to public censure iu tho newspapers.
Naturally ho docs not care to tako tho
risk as it is nono of his funeral.
“In this respect it is that tho private
hospitals suffer more from tho hospital
bird of (ho more respectable kind. It
is simply wonderful the enso with
which doctors grant to private patients,
who havo no money letters of admis¬
sion to institutions like St. Luke’s, Iho
New York, S*. Joseph’s llosp tal and
others. The attending physicians do
not wish do discredit the certificate
presented, which in many cases aro
granted only to get rid of an impecun¬
ious patient.
“A great many deserving people com¬
plain of the character of tho food sup¬
plied to patients sent by the Commis¬
sioners of Charities and Correction to
the hospitals on Hand all's and Ward’s
Islands. It is certainly not equal to
that furnished in Bellovui. The reason
h simply this: These hospitals receive
nearly all cur hospital birds, and if tho
bill of fare approached too close to
Delmonico’s we would be over.un.
With all the care raken to make the
outside betier than the in3idetoatramp
and a bummer, there is not an hospital
from Maine to California in which they
do not manage to winter every year at
tho expease of tho charitable.”
Germany lias fifty manufactories of
imitation butfor.
The Way Ho Looked at It.
A nomadic member of tho tribo of
Cherokces, which resido In North Caro¬
lina evon now, hnd wandered far into
tho districts of Eastern Tonnossoo.
There, as ill luck would have it, ho fell
in with a palefaco hunter of soma ro-
uown, nouo other than tho vcrilablo Job
llunnicutt, of rattlesnake fume. Uumo
was scarce. The door had fled to tho
valleys below and tho turkeys truly nud
veritably roosted high.
Ono cold day iu January tho two
hunters, worn down to skin and bouo,
ended up a hard day’s hunt with a
turkoy and a pheasant as tho result of
tho day’s lnbor. Tho Indian, disgustod
with his hard luck, announced his in-
tentiou of returning across tho bordor
that uigbt, nud a division of tho gumo
appeared necessary. Job declared ho
knew how it could bo done.
“You take tho pheasant and I’ll tako
tho turkey,” lie said, blandly.
Tho redskin objectod by grunting.
“Well, you old hog,” growled Job,
with well simulated nugor, “if that
don't suit you, blamo it, then I’ll lako
tho turkey and you tako tho pheasant!”
But tho ludian was not to be outdone
by any of tho white man's linguistic
play on words, though ho senreoly un¬
derstood the ingenuity of Job’s arrange¬
ment.
“Hihl” ho snorted at last; “you
nevor say turkey to mo nary time.”—
N. Y. Uvrall.
Cnniue Intelligence.
A gentleman residing on tho upper
part of Summer avonuo i3 tho ownor of
a very intelligent G >rdou setter pup,
who answers to the name of Juno.
She is a sprightly, wide-awake, liani-
scmoly-marked creature, keenly alivo
to tlio duty of looking after the care of
her master’s house aud grounds.
About 10.30 o’clock, as her master was
preparing to rotire. for tho night, his
attention was attracted by tho barkiug
of tho dog. Hurrying on a few gar¬
ments, he descondod to tho first floor,
when the faithful watch dog met him
and, seizing his hand, pullod him
toward tho staircaso loading to tho
laundry in tho basement. Seeing that
something was evidently wrong, tlio
gentleman hastily descended the stairs
behind Juno, aud following her lo a
cl os ;t discovered that a pilo of papers
iu one corner were on fire and blazing
up toward tho ceiling. It took but a
minute to beat cut the flames and placo
the hou3o beyond the roach of danger,
and then Juno, the faithful dog, cams
in for a large share of petting, caress,
ing, and extra feeding from her master
and mistress. —Newark Advertiser.
Tlmo to Interfere.
Sam Bolus svas a great, hulking six-
footer. Ho had thrcatcnol Dick Ily-
aus, who was half his size, so often
that ho felt tho time had come to sub¬
stitute acts instead of words. Dick
would persist in walking across Ham’s
meadow instead of keeping to the
king’s highway.
One day Bain’s patience gavo out,
and seeing a couple of his neighbors
watching him, he chased Dick down
the road until ho caught him.
Then tho trouble hog an. Dick was
cornered aud had but one thing to do,
and he did that so effectually that iu a
twinkling he had big Sam on his back,
while ho sat astride on his chest and
used nature’s weapons svith might and
main.
Ham wriggled and twisted, hut found
ho couldn’t help himslf, whilo tho
laughter of the bystanders did not add
to his comfort by any means. Finally
lie roared in desperation:
“Why don’t you part us? Don’t
you soe we’ro killing each other.?”
A Variety of Tongues.
“Have you ever noticed," said a
worldwide travelor, “what a variety of
languages one may hear in a day’s travol
about New York, and that in an inci¬
dental way, Without socking tho special
localities where foreign tongues aro
sure to he spoken? Itecontly I spent a
day on tho business streets, in tho ho¬
tels and on the elevated road'. In the
evening I went to a theatre. During
that time I heard conversations in
French, German, Italian, Russian,
Spanish, Portuguese, modern Greek,
Chinese, Bohemian and the rarely spok-
Gaelic—this last between two weather¬
beaten hut rosy-cheeked old men, who
wero speaking the variety used by tho
Welsh, and which is said to bo the pur¬
est remnant of the Keltic used before
the invasion of Britain by the Anglo-
Saxons.”— N. Y. Sun.
A Diplomatic Youth.
Chicago Father—You say you lovo
my daughter.
Eastern feuitor—Yes, sir, passion¬
ately.
Chicago Father—How did you stand
On the World's Fair question?
Eastern Suitor—If any other city than
Chicago had got it, I foel that it would
have been a national calamity.
Chicago Father—Take her.
CHILDREN'S COLUMN.
BINOINO A hi. T! IK WAT.
In the farmhouse door grandmother stands
With lovellt fuco and outstretched hands,
Wliilo up the road with flying feet
Gomes little Marjle, Hushed and sweet;
In through the guto sho trips so gay,
Singing all the way, singing all the way
“Grati’ma,” she cries, “I never missel*
Ono word in all the spelling list.
Tomorrow I’ll be nt the head,
An' teacher praised me when I read,
So I came home from school today
Singing all the way, singing all the way.”
Grandmother kissod the little one,
Then wistful watched t he sinking sun,
Where, hack of clouds and changing skies,
A wondrous city seemed to rise.
She’s always glad, that woman gray—
Singing all tho way, singing all the way.
—George Horton in Chicago Herald.
A TRUE INCIDENT.
A lady living iu tho vicinity of New
Vork, had two pets, ono a large cat
with a beautiful striped fur coat, gray
eyes, white face, and elegant whiskers.
Tho otlior, a small canary bird, An-
tagouislio by nuturo, yet being raisod
together, thoy became true friends.
Tho cat enjoyed tho singing and watchod
tho movements of Dick as ho jumped
from porch to perch with tho greatest
interest. One warm day the lady raised
tho window to admit tho balmy air
whou tho cage had not boen properly
fastouod. Birdie sought its freodom
instantly, flew out nud lauded on the
grass plot. Quick as thought tho cat
sprang for it, spreading her large paws
so as not to hurt it, and held it unti*
her mistress (who was lamo) came down
a flight of stairs to tho relief of both.
Whon Dick was within his gilded cago
safo and sound, n happier “trio” could
not bo found than mistress, cat and
bird.— N. Y. Witness.
A MARVELOUS ESCAPE.
“It was in 1882, on tho 27th of
Juno; you willsco, says M. Louise Ford,
in St. Nicholas, why I havo no trouble
in remembering tho date.
“It had been an exceedingly hot day,
not a cloud to bo soon, with tho sun
beating fiercely down, and not a breath
of air stirring. Wo sat out on tho porch
after suppor, trying to find a coo! place.
The clou Is svero beginning to gather,
aud it looked as if there might bo a
shower, 'iho tliroo littlo oucs went
early to bed, aud in spite of tho op¬
pressive boat wore soon fast asleep.
“It couldn’t have boon far from eight
o'clock alien I heard a sound which I
first thought was thunder. The others
noticed it, too, and, as it grow louder,
a terrible rushing sound came with it,
and wo looked at ono anothor in silonce
for a minute, and then ran to where wo
could look out westward.
“My hoart almost stoppod boating,
whon I saw coming toward us with
terrific speed a black, funnol-shapo 1
cloud, tho rush and roar accompanying
it growing louder ovory minute.
“•Run for the cellar!’ I cried. My
wife ran and so zed tho buby, and I
caught up the two other childreu from
tho bed. There was no time to lose.
“The ono who first roachod theceilar
door—it was ono of the older children
—had j mt tiino to seize the knob,
nothing more, when—crash! such a
terrific noise! 1 folt myself lifted in
tho air, aud thought my tiino had
come. Tho next thing I knew, I felt
the splash of cold water in my fuco. I
must have lost consciousness, but the
water revived me, anil in a moment I
know where I was* I had come down
head first into the well! ~-
“Tbo water was some ten feet deep.
1 was thoroughly at homo iu tho water,
though I wasn’t used to diving iu that
fashion, and I managed to right myself
and come up head first.
“The well was not moro than three
feet across, and tho pump had been
broken short oil and carrio 1 away, loav-
ing a two-inch iron pipe standing
straight up in tho middle.
“I was very nearly out of breath
when I came to tho top of tho water.
My hands touched something floating
on the surface. I thought it wa3 tho
cat; lrnigine iny surprise whon I found
it was" Charlie, our live -year-old boy?
“Ha svas terribly frightened, and as
amazed as I svas, to find himself not
alone in tho svell. Tho wonder was
that svo were not both of us impaled on
that iron pipo; how wo escaped it I
cannot understand.
“Tho cyclone had passed on, and a
terrific, steady wind was blowing. I
could hoar it roar abovo our heads; and
by the flashes of lightning I could soo
that rain fell in torrents. Wo were
both so wot wo didn’t mind the littlo
extra water that splashed down upon
us, and as soon as possible I raised
Charlio to my shoulders, and by aid of
the pipe managed to work my way up
to tho top of the well. This took
some little time, and the wind and rain
had nearly cease 1 when I set my feet
on solid earth again, and found we
wore unhurt.
Tho Archbishop of Paris has ismed ft
decree forbidding cremation,
NO. 19.
Tho Strength of the Hills Is HU.
The Strength of the Hills, inexorable power
What might more stern than their graffiti
breasts ?
Sky-ward in tbeir pride the mountain)
tower,
Tossing pine-plumes on their stately crests
Gray cliffs gleam out from the cliasmi
where
Sudden the hill-tops wore wrenched opart
Leaving the rock In its sternness bare,
Strong and silent, the mountain's heart,
Above their purple grandeur, lie
Whose strength is theirs, unbounded free,
Sits in resistless majesty.—
Dear heart! Thy grief Jehovah wills,
His is the awful strength of hills.
The St rength of the Hills, beneficent power
Cradling the light on their tender breasts,
Gently as mother-germs cradle the flower,
Softly as dew on tho violet rests.
Hose-lights transfigure the mountains when
Noiseloss the cloud-drifts above them part,
Halning the sun on their foreheads bare,
Light and love to the mountain's heart!
Throughout their blossomed beauty, He
Whose strength is theirs, protecting, free,
Whispers his boundless sympathy.—
() Friend, a Father reigns above,
The strength of the hills is rest, is love.
—Jessie l'\ 0 * Donnell , in Housewife.
HUMOROUS.
Railroad corporations aro roticont—
thoy koop their owu counsol.
Whoa a man is under a cloul tho
silver lining is generally on tho other
aide.
“You mako mo tired,” said the wheel
to tho whoolwright, as ho unflinchingly
hammered away.
Bometimos tlio oflico scoks the m n f
but generally tho man knows when the
office is on his track.
Do not regard with suspicion tho
man who ndopts an alias. It is a proper
ambition in nuy ono to dosiro to make
a namo for himself.
I’m sure there’s little I would give for
The man who from his cares would fly,
For
When you have nothing left to live for,
You still havo something less to die for.
Mamma to Maud—Your tastes aro
really becoming quite too expensive, my
child, ltomomber that fino feathers do
not always mako fino birds. Maud—No,
mamma; hut you’ll admit thoy make
tine bonnets.
“No U3C,” said an impecunious debt¬
or to an importunato creditor, “you
enn’t get blood out of a turnip." “I
know that,” responded tho creditor,
“but unless I got this money, I’ll
havo gore from n beat.” ,
Husband—Wouldn’t that tramp eat
those pototoosl Wife—No. He said
I put too much salt on thorn, and if ho
should eat them ho would have to call
at tho next house and ask for a drink of
water, and he didn’t want people to
think he was drunk tho night beforo. .
Famous Amazons of Dahomey.
Tho Republic of Franco is at war
with tho King of Dahomey, and a
French newspaper published tho infor¬
mation that a buttlo had beon fought,in
which eight combatants wero killed and
many wounded. Tho interesting fact in
the dispatch lay in Iho last lines:
“Among tho deal were found some o!
tho fcnralo warriors of tho King ot Da¬
homey.” Who are these Amazons?
About one-fourth of tho females are
said to bo married to tho fetish, many
even before (heir birth, and the re¬
mainder are entirely at the disposal oi
tho King. Tho most favored are select¬
ed as his own wives, or enlisted
into tho regiments of Amazons, and
thou tho chief mon aro liberally sup¬
plied.
Tho Amazons form tho flswor of tho
army. Thoy aro msrshale 1 iuto regi¬
ments, each with its distinctive uniform
and badgos, aud they tako tho post oi
honor on tho flanks of tho battle line
Their number has boon variously esti¬
mated at from ono to six thousand.
Their weapons aro blunderbusses, flnt
muskets aud hows and arrows, They
aro in part recruitod in a remarkable
manner. If a woman in Dahomey has
an acrid temper, or if her husband
wants to got rid of her, ho honors him¬
self by presenting her to tho King, who,
if she has the requisite physical qualifi¬
cations, turns her over to his army offi¬
cers to he drillod as an Amazon.
It is said that at tho death of the
King a horrid scene ensues. The wives,’
after the most extravagant demonstra¬
tions of grief, attack and murder each
other, and remain in an uproar until
order is restored by the now sovereign,
—Philadelphia Press.
Freezing Procoss in Tunnelling.
Tho freezing process is being effect*
ively used in the cutting of the St.
Clair tunnel under tho Detroit River.
"Whenever water is met with the freez¬
ing mixture is projected by pipos, and
the water and friable debris become
solidified, and the work can bo pro¬
ceeded with. The tunnelling is pro¬
gressing at the rate of seven feet per
day at each end. The shields are being
used, in the hard blue clay, by digging
out the centre with pitks, and then
pushing them forward eighteen inche|
at a time by hydraulic rams.