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About The Enterprise. (Carnesville, GA.) 1890-1??? | View Entire Issue (July 18, 1890)
VOL. I. “The Wind’s Way.” I whisper all day to the rushes, I ruffle the smooth-flowing strew, And borrow from cloud-lund and sunlight Their shadow and beam. I hurry through grain field and forest, O'er valley and high mountain chain; Their saltness and sweetness I gather From meadow and main. The secrets I murmur are many, As sadly or blithely I blow, Yet wbat I reveal to the river No mortal may know. A DIAMOND RING. “Oh, Miss Bilbo,” chirped the city boarder, “I’m so sorry to trouble yon!” “My name is Betsy Bilbo,” said the tall young woman in the blue domes¬ tic gingham gown and the hat of home braided straw, who stood leaning against the past .re bars, with a brim¬ ming pail of ripe huckleberries on her arm, “And you needn’t (rouble to put my ‘Miss’ in front of it.” It would he impossible to imagine my stronger contrast than existed be¬ tween Betsy Bilbo, with the corn-col- ored hair, the ridge of sunburn across her nose, and the red, shapclesg hands, and the city hoarder. The city hoarder looked with pretty curiosity at this country specimen who “did” for six cows, a hundred young turkeys, a bed-ridden father and a pair of oxen. Betsy, in her turn, stared back at Tillie Paterson, with her pink- and-white complexion, dainty cambric gown and Avhite tennis shoes. “Wears a diamond ring that cost a hundred dollars, as 1 am told,” thought Betsy, “and goes to bed every night in a complexion mask! Oh, Lord!” “Yon see,” explained Miss Paterson, “we’re all going up the mountain to see a fortune-teller,” and she giggled, graceful Ij'. “Humph!” commented Betsy. “The fools ain’t all dead yet!” “And,” Tillie added, “we shall stop to pick flowers and huckleberries on the way down, and I’ve been such an awfully silly goose as to wear my ring. And if you'll allow me to leave it with you until I come hack, it will be such a favor!” She drew the glittering stone from her finger and held it toward Betsy Bilbo. An oblique ray of sunshine scintil¬ lated through its facets. Betsy winked hard. It dazzled her. “I have no patent safes nor lock- cupboards,” said she, “but I’ll take the best care I can of it.” She fished in the depths of her gown pocket and brought up a rusty leather purse, in which she deposited the ring. “There 1” said she. “It’ll be all right.” “So much obliged,” cooed the city bo rder. “Kindly welcome,” retorted Betsy, making a lunge at a recalcitrant calf who was contemplating an inroad into the vegetable garden. “Such an outlandish-looking crea¬ ture! ’ whispered Tillie to her friend, Miss Bates. “But all the same, Pm glad I left tho ring with her. It’s very valuable, and it fits iny finger rather loosely, arid in these gipsy camps there's no telling what might happen.” “Such a scarecrow!” Betsy Bilbo told her father, as she carried up the pail of huckleberries to show him. “A hat like a black saucer turned up¬ side down, and white shoes, and a waistcoat for all tho world like a man’s!” Old Aaron Bilbo viewed the huckle¬ berries with delight. “Seems a powerful long time since I had a huckleberry pie,” said lie. “Join’ to hake one, Betsy ?” Betsy nodded. “A real old-fashioned one,” said she. “Such as mother used to make.” Old Aaron chuckled. “How’s the red calf?” said he, so¬ licitously. “Glowin’ like all possessed, father.” “And the last brood of Muscovy ducklings? ’ “They couldn’t he doin’better.” “And the blanket cow that was ail¬ in’?” “Oh, she’s all right again, father.” “Has Milo Dickson been here to see about buyin’ them oxen, Betsy? anx¬ iously inquired the old man, after a brief silence. Betsy nodded. “Yes,” said she; “but he ain’t will¬ in’ to give but $60 for ’em. I told him up and down I wouldn’t sell at that price. We can do better to hire ’em out by the day.” Once more Aaron Bilbo chuckled. “I always said you’d ought to been a man,” said he. “Yes, yes, Betsy, you’re right. You always was right, Betsy.” “Oh,look here, father!” said Betsy, suddenly bethinking herself of a new way to amuse the invalid, “Wouldn’t you like to see a diamond?” THH ENTERPRISE. “A—which, Betsy?” i> A diamond,” explained the daugh¬ ter—“a diamond ring!” “I’ve read about ’em in the papers,” slowly uttered the old man. “But I dun know as 1 ever seen one, oh? Where on earth did you get it, Betsy? Land o' Goshen! how it sparkles, for all the world like a drop o’ dew with the sun on it!” And Betsey related to him the talc of how she was temporarily officiating as a Safe Deposit Company. A troubled wrinkle came betweeu the old man’s grizzled brows. • ‘But hadn’t you orter to lock it up in the kitchen cupboard, Belsy?” said lie. “Can’t,” Betsy answered. “Lock’s broken.” “Put it in the cracked teapot on tho top dresser shelf,” said Aaron, “where your mother used to keep her silver money.” “Oh, I guess it’s safo enough here!’’ returned Betsy, once more fastening her leather purse with a snapping sound, “There was a tramp stole Jeliiel Hall’s jack-knife off 1 the kitchen win¬ der-sill last week,” said Aaron. “I slian’t leave this on the window¬ sill,” observed Betsy, drily. “And that there fortune-tellin’ gang o’ gipsies up the mountain don’t bear no very good name.” “I guess they’ll let me alone, if I let them alone,” shrewdly remarked Betsy. Now, father, I’m goin’ down staii '3 to make the huckleberry-pie, and then I’ll dig some new beets and catch a chicken for tomorrow’s din¬ ner. And—” “But about that diamond ring, Betsy,” feebly quavered the old man. “I shan’t take no comfort if I’m a- fancyin’ all tho while fiat it’s lost.” With a quick, though not unkindly hand, Betsy raised the feather pillow under her father’s head, and slipped the discolored leather purse beneath it. “There it is, father,” said she. “You can look after it yourself nOAV.” “That’8 a deal better place for it, Betsy,” said old Aaron, contentedly. And lie dozed off into a slumber, while Betsy went to roll out pie-paSte and pull young beets for dinner. “Eh!” It seemed as if he had been sleeping for hours and hours, when a loose board creaked ou the floor, and a shadow fell across the noon bright¬ ness of the room. “Eh! What! Who's that?” “It’s me, Neighbor Bilbo!” a plaus¬ ible voice made reply. “Who’s me?” “John Jones.” “I dunno who you be,” stammered the old man. “I don’t know no John Joneses.” Instinctively his wrinkled fingers fumbled for tho precious gem beneath his pillow; a cold sweat broke out upon his forehead, while his heart seemed to stand still. “I’m Obadiah Joneses’ nephew. Up to Lark Farm!” explained the stran¬ ger. “You may he, and you mayn’t,” said the old man, resolved to sell his treasure only with his life, and sir cretly wondering how lie could best summon Betsy to the rescue, “Didn’t you see my darter nowhores round the place?” “No, sir, I didn’t,” said John Jones, drawing nearer to the bedside, “L kind o’ knocked and hollered, hut no¬ body didn’t answer, and so 1 made bold to step upstairs.” Aaran looked hard at his visitor. lie was a tall, slouchy young man, with profusely-pomatumed hair, a gaudy neck-scarf, and cuffs much too large for his freckled paws of hands. His gray-green eyes moved restlessly to and fro, and Ills handkerchief smelled of cheap cologne. “A confidence man,” said old Bilbo, to himself, “Folks lias somehow heard of that diamond, and I’m goin’ to be garroted and robbed! ’ lie mustered up sufficient courage, however, to say, boldly: “And what’s your business with me, sir?” John Jones sidled still nearer to the wooden bedstead. “I’m a-goin’ to ask you, sir,” said he, rolling his uneasy eyes about, “to lemme hev the greatest treasure you possess.” broke out tin old A cold dew on man’s upper lip; his face reddened. “You won’t git it; that’s flat!” said he. “Might I venture, sir—’ “No, you mightn’t!”said Aaron. And lifting up his voice with desperation of a great emergency, he bawled aloud: “Bet—sy! Be-ee-et-sy! Help! Murder! Thieves! Robbers!” So loudly did be call that Betsy, in the deeps of the back cellar, where she was drawing a jug of cider heard the call, and hastened to CAItNESVILLE, GA„ FRIDAY, JULY 18.181I0. to it, with the poker in ono hand and a saucepan of boiling hot water in tho other. “Get out of this, you!” shouted Betsy, coming like an Amazon to tho fra y. “Ain’t you 'shamed o’ yourself, robbiii’ and murderin’ a poor, helpless old man? Get out, I say, or I’ll scald you to death!” Betsy Bilbo’s appearance, as sho screamed out those words, was more that of an avenging fury than a mod¬ ern maiden, and John Jones lied pre¬ cipitately before her, never pausing until he stood breathless among the tender young chives ami parsley roots in tho garden patch below, having ig- nominiously tumbled over the well c urb in his flight. “Thank goodness,” said old Aaron, drawing a long breath, “tho diamond ring is safe! I thought one time he’d hcv it sure.” “Did ho try to grab it, father?” said Betsy. “'Well, I declare!” “N-no, I can’t say as he ezaekly tried to grab it,” unwillingly admitted tho old man, “hut I’m ’most sartin ho was going to. I never was so glad to see nobody in my life ns I was to see you, Betsy.” “Why, father,” said Betsy, looking intently out of the window, “he’3 a- sfanding there yeti Why don’t he go? I’ll clear him off the premises, or I’ll know the reason why!” With hurried and determined step, she took her way down to the spot where the descendant of Obadiah Jones of Lark Farm was sorrowfully rubbing his knee joint. “Come!” said she. “What are you sfandin’here for? Why don’t you— Bless my soul, if it ain’t John Jones!” “Yes, it’s me,” said John Jones. “Took to highway robbery, eh? and figlitin’ bed-ridden old men?” cried “You!” “I liain't robbed no one, and I hain’t font nobody,” said John Jones. “I jest asked your pa for permission to come and see you Sunday nighty and lie hollered out like mad and you come running in with a sa’cepan o’ boilin’ water and the poker.” “And you run away!” sneered Betsy. “I couldn’t do nothin’ else!” sighed the swain—“could I?” A faint flush rose to Betsy’s sun¬ burned checks. She balanced herself first on one foot and then on the o her. If she was partial to anybody, it was to John Jones. (‘John,” hazarded she, “it was a misunderstandin’!” “It had that look,” said John, still rubbing his bruised knee. “Father's sort o’ deaf, you know, but he’d a spoke up different if he’d a-knowed it was you,” said Betsey. “And I wa3 that skeered 1 never stopped to recognize yon.” “Humph!” observed John Jones. “You ain’t goin’, he you, John?” John Jones came to a dead stand¬ still among the chives and the holly¬ hocks. “Not if you ask me to stay, Bet¬ sey.” So John Jones stayed to dinner, duly partaking of tho huckleberry pie and the fried chicken, and Betsy showed him the diamond ring which had been at the bottom of all his troubles. “It is a sparkler, ain’t it?” said he. But, nevertheless, the whole house¬ hold experienced a sensation of relief when Miss Paterson called for the ring, and their ordeal of guardianship was at an end.—[Saturday Night. An Elephant’s Self-Denial. While in England Captain Marryat, the novelist, was intensley interested in the devotion and self-denial of a huge elephant. The beast was defend¬ ing himself from swarms of mosqui¬ toes, using a large branch to keep them from the crannies and cracks of his thick hide. His persecutors were still annoying him greatly, as avas evident from his motion*, when his keeper ap¬ peared with a little child. This he laid down before the animal, saying: “Watch it!” and walked away. The elephant immediately broke off a small whisk from the large bcugh, and, in¬ stead of fanning himself, directed his attention to driving away every mos¬ quito from the infant. He continusd this until the keeper returned two hours after, thus setting, though a brute, an example of devotion which few meu would have intimated. Used to Roughing It. Foreign Visitor—“Don’t you think the United States should have a great navy, to cope with the battle-ships 01 other powers in case of war?” American—“Huh! With one half the country annually swept by floods and the other half continually being kicked up by cyclones, what would we care for a mere bombardment?”—[New York Weekly, DESERT VICTIMS. GKL’ISOMK RKLICS FROM COL¬ ORADO’S SKA OF LAND. Daring Fortuaa-Huaters Who Porished v of Thirst. It is not generally known that a considerable number of men each year lose their lives while crossing an American d serf, yet such is the iase. On my desk as l write, wearing my liat rakishly cocked over its polished forehead, and on its jaws a perpetual grin, is the skull of some wandering fortune-hunter who doubtless died of the thirst-agony. Like a score of other skulls and skeletons'found in the samls of the same Colorado desert this year there is nothing to tell anything of whoever it was who used this empty hone ns a b rain casket. A “desert-man” who recently re¬ turned from a prospecting trip brought in this skull, which he stumbled over, as a memento. The coyotes, the sun and the sand have cleaned and pol¬ ished it until it looksas if prepared fo • a doctor’s study, hut if Hie tongueless mouth could only speak what a story it could tell of wandering over burning sands under a merciless, consuming sun, of a lost road, of cracked throat and swollen tongue, of delirium, and at last of merciful death. Colonel I). K. Allen, a civil engineer and com¬ mander of a corps of prospectors in the service of the Mexican Coloniza¬ tion Company, of Baja, Cal., who have been looking for cOal fields through the desert country, estimates that last winter a score of people mot their death from thirst and heat, and men¬ tions a number of ghastly discoveiies. One of the most striking of these gruesome finds was made by Colonel Allen in tho lower bend of New River. lie here catne across a buck- hoard standing alone in the sands without a horso or person in sight., He left the trail and rode over to where the -vehicle stood, and foui.d that it was loaded with all the articles necessary for a comfortable camping trip, except one, the most essential— that is water. An expensivo set of harness was found on the ground near by, and a little search resulted in find¬ ing the skeletons of two horses. The ropes they had been picketed with still encircled the bones of their necks and were attached to the stakes. Two valises full of fine clothes, plenty of provisions, and other articles were on the huckboard, hut not a scrap of paper nor a letter was discovered which could give any clew to the own¬ ers’ identity, or where they came from, save that most of the coats bore the names of London tailors. No trace of the travelers Avas then found, hut a few days later George Millard of Catnpo, while traveling wi.hin a short distance of the same spot, found two skeletons cleaned by the elements and insects, contorted in peculiar positions indicative of the thirst agony and de¬ lirium previous to death. These were evidently the remains of the owners of the huckboard, hut ho more informa¬ tion was found. So it is with mo t of these desert tragedies; seldom is it that the elements leave anything which will tell the story save dead men’s hones. Cupidity, arising from a peculiar source, has doubtless been tho occasion of several of them desert tragedies. The War Department formerly kept in service a telegraph line extending across the desert from Yuma to San Diego, hut recently abandoned it evi¬ dently not considering it worth the labor to remove the wire and poles. A number of persons living near the border of the desert, taking advantage of this flotsam and jetsam on the sea of sand, have been engag d for some time in digging up the poles ami using them for lu nber and fencing. As tho telegrftph line did not follow the wagon trail, it was neecssury for tho pole-hunting parties to wander from the regular line of travel, and several of these foragers are believed so to have lost their lives.-—[New York Tribune. A Study in Views. Yabsley—I believe you told mo you took your wedding trip through the Yosemite valley, You must have seen a great many views worthy of admiration. Wickwire—M-m, I don’t know. You see my wife was developing so many views on domestic authority about then that I did not have time to study any other kind.—[Terre Haute Express. A Spreading Habit. “I see that the chewing-gum habit is spreading.” “I should judge so. I found a big hunk attached to my coat when I rose from ray seat in tjie car yesterday.’’— rlLmler’f Bazar. , _ Trapping Eels on Dry I.ami. It has always been affirmed by old professional fishermen, and by some Datura i.rts, that eels have (he ability lo leave the water ami travel long dis¬ tances oir land. It is said that the slippery coating of slimo that encases eels is for tho purpose of lubrication when they are squirming their way on overland journeys. Jerry Gorman of Fpper Blocks, a well-known Dolownro Hirer fisherman, now conics to the front with a story which he sa> s proves that eels can get over the ground as well us through water. Gorman has this spring, after getting his share of shad nights at the fishery tie is interested in, cleaned two or three for his own use at a spring about 200 feet from <lie river shore, throwing tho heads and other refuse on the ground. The first morning lie found that all the refuso of the shad had been eaten or carried away during the night. lie noticed tortuous trac¬ ings in the sand between the spot and the river, and at first thought the re¬ fuse had been eaten by water snakes, which made the tracks in the sand. On the second or third day he changed tiis mind, and concluded that the tracks were made by eels that came up out of the river and ate the shad heads and entrails. To test his theory he placed the refuse of his fish in on eel pot the other night and set the pot at least 20 feet farther from the river than the spring is, The next morning he went to his trap and found 10 big, fat eels flopping around in it. He be¬ lieves that he is the first man on rec¬ ord to trap cels oil dry land.— [New York Sun. A Gamecock Whips a Tiger. A correspondent of the London Fan¬ ciers’ Gazette relates, as an instance oi the courage of gamecocks, the follow¬ ing fact communicated by an officer now in the American navy: “Sailing from Trincomali, on hoard tho An- chises for London, we had a large consignment of wild beasts for Mr. Jamracli, for the feeding of which lie had taken in a large number of live poultry. On hoard there was a tiger so fierce and savage that lie would take the second snap at tho redhot bar, and the sailors named him the Demon. Among the poultry one of the jungle cocks played havoc with the other cocks and became so bold as to fly at the sailors’ caps when teasing him. At last lie put his sharp 6purs through a man’s hand, and was doom¬ ed to visit the Demon’s cage. The tiger put his paw toward the bird in a stealthy manner, when quick as light¬ ning, the cock sent his spurs into it, and for a few inin'ites the tiger licked his paw; then, reaching out his nose until it got in close proximity with the bird, Hie spurs were dashed info the tiger’s nose, from which tho blood trickled, and, with a muffled growl of rage, the tiger retreated to (lie furthest corner of the cage. The sailors sent up a cheer at the victory and determin¬ ed to bring tho game bird to England, but it died before reaching the chan¬ nel.” How to Take (tare of a Watch. The following may he laken as fundamental maxims in t ie care of a watch, says the Youth’s Companion: Do not let a watch run down, but wind it regularly at a fixed time each day; set your watch by and compare it with a reliable regulation; hold the watch still when winding it; never shake a watch violently; never meddle with the works; never carry your watch near an electrical machine; do not let your watch run more than two years without cleaning; never put your watch in (he hands of a poor workman; if your watch stops, see whether it has run down, and if it has, wind and set. it; if it has not run down, see whether tho hands have caught; if they have, by using care, you may free them; if neither of these, take the watch to a watch¬ maker. If the watch is dropped into the water, if into fresh water, open the eases of the works and put the watch, opened, into a cup of kerosene or machine oil. No time should he lost in doing this. Then, as soon as pos¬ sible, take it to a watchmaker. Curiosity in Paper. George West of Ballston is in pos¬ session of a curiosity in paper, sent him by a friend in Hong Kong,China, says the Philadelphia Record. It is a sheet 11x14 inches, made from the web of the “sacred white spider” of the Flowery Kingdom, It is as light as air and almost as transparent, but is also beauti'ully printed, containing about two columns of matter, giving in English the story of how “Mid¬ shipman Copplestone was presented at the Court of Pekin.” Americans know much about paper making, but it is safe to say that there is not a spider web paper factory itsido the almond-eyed kingdom I’OII THE HOUSEWIFE* TO SEEP RAISINS. Take one cupful of rnisiusnt a lime, put I Item in a howl, and pour boiling water over them; let stand a moment, then proceed ns usual to remove the seeds, which will easily dropout of tho raisins perfectly clean, without stick¬ ing to the lingers in tho usual way. It saves time and labor, and you do not waste a particle of the raisins.—[Yan¬ kee Blade. EARTHENWARE COFFEE l'OTS. The bos', in fact the only thoroughly civilized way to make coffee is to use a coffee pot of earthenware, with a filter in it. The ground codec is place;! in the filler, and boiling water is poured over it—not all at once, but slowly, by tahlespoonfuls. A spoonful of water slioul 1 ho poured on the coffee ovory ten or fifteen mi mites, ami care should bo taken not to have the berries too finely ground. They should also he roasted and ground freshly immediately before using.—[Commer¬ cial Advertiser. thwarting the moths 1 f one lias no cedar chest to store Woollens in, a very good substitute is a trunk or flour barrel. The barrel should be well washed in cold water, dried and lined with newspapers. These arc pasted in, using thick flour paste with a largo spoonful of alum added to a quart of paste. Cover every place on tho inside of tho barrel, letting the paper come up to the outside of tho barrel. Cleat the covers to¬ gether and paste paper on the inside. The woollens should he thoroughly brushed and sunned, carefully folded and laid in. When the barrel is full, the cover should he pressed down, a stout manilla paper put over tho top, coming down well around the barrel, tied down with twine and pasted so as to lit close. Hang out furs when tho sun shines hot; let them hang several hours, combing them with a coarse dressing- comb. Put into its box tiie muff and a strip of paper [lasted around where the cover joins the box. Tho fur cape the same. time for cooking vegetables. Most vegetables arc better cooked fart, excepting potatoes, beans, peas, cauliflower and others which contain starch. Cabbage should he boiled rapidly in plenty of water; so should onions, young beets and turnips, l’eas can he cooked thoroughly when tender in twenty minutes. They should be slowly simmered in as little water as possible. The best way to cook string beaus is merely lo simmer them for at least two hours, when the water in which they are cooked should he nearly or entirely absorbed, A little hot cream sauce may now he added, and the beans may he boiled up once. As a rule most vegetables are over¬ done, hut there is something obstinate in the tissues of all the bean family, and long cooking is required to make [hem tender. Lima, or any other fresh shelled beaus, require an hour to cook tender; hut corn cut from the sob U better for only fifteen minutes’ cooking, and will he ready for table if it is steamed on the cob twenty-five minutes. Potatoes are often badly sooked. Half an hour is the average time for boiling them mealy, though some potatoes will cook in less time. All stale vegetables require more cooking than fresh ones.—[New York Tribune. UEOIl'KS. Tapioca .Jelly—Soak a cupful oJ lapioca in two cupfuls of water ovei night; in the morning add two cup¬ fuls of boiling water, half a teaspoon- ful of salt, and cook until clear and transparent; then add the juice of one lemon and half a cupful of sugar; turn into molds and set in a cool place to harden, Serve with powdered sugar and cream. Potato Salad.—Two well beaten eggs, three teaspoonfuls mixed mus¬ tard, two of salt, three tahlespoonfuls each of sugar and olive oil, or butter, one dessertspoonful of flour; mix well, pour into a teacupfnl of boiling vinegar, let cook until it thickens, stirring constantly, thou pour it over two quarts of cold-boiled potatoes, chopped w itli two on ions; salt to taste. Carrot Soup.—Piitono pintof grated carrot into a saucepan with a half pint of boiling water, one teaspoon of sugar and two tablespoons of butter, cover closely and simmer one hour; then add half pint of bread crumbs and one pint of white stock; let simmer one hour louger. Remove fi om fire and strain the soup through a fine sieve, season with salt and pepper and add a sup and a half of hot milk. Set the pan on the stove and as soon as the soup boils up add the yolks of two eggs beaten with a half a cup of milk; let all boil oue minute, stirring constant!’’; | soyv* at once. NO. 28. The Transformation. When Love was young it asked for wings That It might still he roaming} And away it sped, by fancy led, Through dawn and noon and gloaming. Each daintiness that b'oonis and blows it wooed in honeyed meter, And when It won the sweetest sweet, Away it flew to a sweeter; When Love was young. When Love was old it craved for rest, For home and hearth and heaven; For quiet talks round sheltered walks And long lawns smoothly shaven. And what Love sought at last It found [ A roof, n porch, a garden, And iroma fond, unquestioning heart, Pence, sympathy and pardon; When Love was old. —[Austin Dobson, in the London Globe. HUMOROUS. Grata results—Cinders. Men of note—Opera singers. Parlor matches—Homo weddings Slow matches—Long engagements. Tho paperlmngor makes money by going to the wall. A fiat refusal—“We never let our rooms to large families.” Curious. There are no counts in this country and yet every man counts. Well, I'll he hlowed—remarked the bass hoin, as (lie hand began to play. Turkeys are (lie most innocent of birds. Tho most silly woman in the world can stuff' one. It is strange to see a man buttoning his coat up to his chin on a cold day, when tho garment is a chinchilla. “I fell ov ir the rail,” said the sailor, “and tho shark came along and grabbed me by the log.” “And wind did you do?” “I let him have the leg. 1 never disputes with u shark.” A young physician was showing a friend a recent purchase he had made in the way of a skeleton. “Very in¬ teresting,” commented his friend. “One of your patients, doctor?” “Why, Tommy, you’re not at the jam again, and only spanked for it an hour ago?” “Yes, mar; 1 heard you tell auntie you thought you Lad whipped mo too hard, and I thought I’d even thirgs up.” The Use of Slang. She was a very nice looking girl; she had bright eye* that gleamed alike will) fun and determination. She had on a pretty brown dress, her gloveR fitted her perfectly, and she wore the daintiest of brown straw hats, says Hie Ladies’ Home Journal. She paid her fare in the street cur and, as she closed her purse wilh a snap, sho said: “I’m getting very tired of it, mid I don’t intend to allow myself to indulge in it any longer.” She was tired of hearing a girl say she was “dead struck” on a young man when sho meant, she thought, he was very pleasant. Of hearing another one an¬ nounce that she thought rose colored ribbons were very “swagger,” that is, fashionable. Or, again, stigmatizing an impertinent young man as “too fiesh,” or calling the grandmother an “old girl.” It was all unladylike; and yet these very girls were ones who were in tho habit of hearing good English spoken, of reading good books, and who after a little thought, knew exactly how abominably they were speaking. But it was a had hab't, and a had habit is more easily gotten than gotten rid of. However, tiiey are doing it; they formed a little “Anti-slang Band”: each time a slang word is used a penny is dropped in the slot of an earthen¬ ware saving’s box, (hat cost just a penny; and every girl is put on her honor to keep account when she is away, and to duly attend to her debts. 1. O. U.’s aro accepted, though as yet only one has been offered. There is a serious belief that at the end of 181)0 (here will he enough money in tho box to found a bed in the Babies’ Hospital; hut it is perfectly certain that as tho months go by Hie contributions will decrease, until, by January, slang will he eliminated from the conversation of this group of girls; and not only will the cheery leader announce that she's tired of it, but that she has absolutely slopped using it. Birds In the D indoiv. There is one piece of advice, says Olive Thorne Miller, writing in the Christian Union on the care of birds, that I should like to put into letters 40 feet high and stretch from the Atlantic to tho Pacific coast—that is: never put a bird in the window! I rarely go into the street in the summer, or even on a mild day in winter, that I do not sec unfortunate canaries hung in the window. Even if the sun is not broil¬ ing the brains under the little yellow sap, a draught is blowing all the time over the delicate body. People have been told a thousand times that they must not put a bird in a draught, yet how few remember that there is always a draught in an open window.
