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About The Enterprise. (Carnesville, GA.) 1890-1??? | View Entire Issue (Nov. 7, 1890)
VOL. I. Life find Death. When life was life In days long hence And death was death, as all men knew, Then no one asked the why or whence, And each to either gave bit due; Then one beside the other grew. But science came with mystic band And bound the old within tbe new. For life and death go hand in hand And now we feel the subtle sense Of llfe-ln-death, that thrills us through. And long with hearts and sou s intense Tbe coil of fate to swift undo. To pierce die secret of the blue Far uie.bcs of the skyey land, And hope and dread our spirits woo, For life and death go baud iu hand, Wc strive to reason—vain pretense; We search, yet find no bidden clue, l’hc veil of Isis meets us d.lise And no one knows the false or true; Like ships adrift without a crew, AVe blindly seek an unknown strand, But see no beacon blaze iu vie v, For life and death uo hand in hand. ENVOY. Prfice, wise beyond your years are you, Yet doubt 1 if you understand The diff mice between tbe two. For life a: d death go hand iu baud. PAT _ , 113 PRESUMPTION. _______ “iiuii i” A little white face turned wearily nil 1 a gler.ni < f interest shot into the tired eyes as they caught sight of Pattv outside the window. P.ittv was short and fat and her face covered with freckles, but to the little invalid she . seemed picture of beamy, , , r for a she belonged to the great outside world of which tho He. girl oi.lv ‘ caught , . occasional . , glimpse from j, , her an window . , . I lie big red brick hoqutal. , in “Ilullo,” she said, returning ", Pui.v’n . greeting . weak little vigorous in a vo ce. “c>ce. , . f hnv , • brought . ,, you some flowers,” continued Patty, landing up her hands full of buttercups and daisies. “I got them at a picnic; but how r s' all I get them up to you? AY ill they let me climb up to the window?” Patience nodded and Patty, tying the flowers in her handkerchief, climbed lightly up, clinging to light¬ ning rod and wind w si!!, and holding by ono hand emptied tho contents of the handkerchief into Patient’s lap. The sick child gave a cry of gladness, and gathering them up held them to her face. “They’re lots prettier in the woods and meadows,” said Pattv. “They just peek up among the green leaves so cute. 1 wish you could see them.” “1 wish I could,” said Patience, her face full of longing. “1 never was in the woods in all my life.” “Oh, my!” gasped Patty, “how sorry I am for you. I with I could take you there, but wc haven’t any¬ thing but our baby carr age, and you could not double your feet up in that, 'cause you're lame.” Just then the matron cntcre L giving Patty such a fright that she nearly fell off the window ledge, but the matron smiled when - he saw her, and s opped to look at the flowers. “Her name is Pattv,” exclaimed Patience, “and she lives next door She feels so sorry for me because I'm lame that she has saved me these flowers. She says if they had a car¬ riage she would take inc to the woods, too.” “AVell, I don't know about th.it; if they had a carriage they would he like ail the rest of tho folks—never a thought for any one but themselves. I often think that if the people who have carriages would remember the sick in tho hospitals how many weary days would he brightened.” “Patty, Patty,” e.ied a shrill voice, “ma says to conic homo and take care of the baby.” And she slid down to the ground pondering the matron's words. Patty lived so near the hos¬ pital that she caught many gli npses of the suffering within those high brick walls, but else had never been able to show her sympathy for the little in¬ mates except by an occasional cheery nod and a “Ilullo” when she caught sight of a face at the window. Patience had been there so long that slie felt very well acquainted with her, aud her tender little heart was filled with plans to take her to the wood.- as she sat Lobbing the baby up ar.d down in bis crib. Sho lived in the rear of one of the great avenues,and as she watched the carriages roll past she wondered why it was that it was only those who had none who wanted to take sick people to drive. Just then a carriage came by that Pattv had often admired. The stately horses,with their clanking silverchains, the immovable coachman iu high top boots, and the soft silken cushions against which Mre. Muchmore leaned would be just the thing for Patience’s laige back, Fatty thought. looks siejv her^oU’.” she com- mented, as MrjL Mnehinotp’ j dissatis¬ fied eyes rested ou her ami the baby for a moment aud then turfied lan¬ guidly away. “I shouldn’t wonder a bit if she would do it if she only ■thoimht of it. I believe I’ll ask her.” Tl111 ENTERPRISE. The Idea wm so fascinating that Patty could think of uelbing else, She had always wautod to make a call ou somebody and h"re tvas her chance, Sho remembered having heard some- whero that people who called must have calling card9, and she 6et about making ono. A sheet of notnpaper was cut in two and Miss Patty Haw- kins was printed upon it iu her very best letters. Then her mother’s best hat and lace mitts were borrowed. Sh« did not stop to ask for them, so sure was she that the object of her call would make her willing to len 1 them. The baby was cross that afternoon and would not go to sleep, and Putty was in despair for fear 1 or visit could not bo made. But at last she was free, and summoning all her courage she mounted the massive stone steps, card in hand, and rang the bell. The tall fool man who opened tho door stared in astonishment at the queer little figure before him. The fat, freckled face surmounted by the tall hat crowned with waving feathers, and the mansions lace mitts, brought a smile to his usually severe couii o- nance. “Is Mrs. Muchmore to home?” asked Patty, sc euely handing him the card. ri,ton,M " fts slbout to makc rc ^‘ that MrS ’ AU,c!,, ‘‘°T ' vas when tnc voice of her mind at his c * b(nv Rto i’l Kl ' " ,m ’ “ DonH scik1 her awa v ’ 1 10 m,s ; - tress is in one of her worst spells, and if anything 3 can bring n her out of it a of ll,at >-° u,, « 01,(3 wil1 '” So Thomas gravely led the wav to - Mrs. Muchmoro’s room, Pattv s card on his salver, aud followed bv Patty ^ “Miss Patty Hawkins,” he an¬ nounced, throwing open the door. Mrs. Muchmore raised her languid eyes, and then sat up in surprise. ‘•Ah, Miss Hawkins, are you we 1?” “Yes’m, so as to be about,” an¬ swered Pattv, remembering the oft repeated phrase of an old woman who visited her mother. Thomas placed, her a chair and de¬ parted with a grin. Mrs. Muchmore hesitated for a moment aud then asked, “ s there anything special you called to see me about ?” “Yes’m,” answered Polly. “It is about your carriage. I should like to borrow it.” Then, seeing the lady’s jook of as’onisliment s .e hastened to add, “It’s for Patience—she’s lame, you know—I can walk. If your man is too busy to go, my pa can drive real good. He drives tbe grocery wagon lots of times.” “I do mt think I quite understand you,’' faltered Mrs. Muchmore. “I do not know who Patience is.” “Why, she’s the little girl over to tho hospital.” And Patty, forgetting that she must ■hold her head very still on account of her hat, which was very much too large, nodded toward the building. Down dropped the bat to her shoulders, comple cly hiding her fat face. She hastened to put it back, crimson with embarrassment, stealing a quick glance at her hostess. But no one could have told from Mrs. Muchmore’s face but that she was accustomed to have her visitors’ hats extinguish them like a pair of snuffers. Bv a few words she succeeded in making Patty fee! at case and was lis¬ tening with interest to the story of Patience. “Tell her when you see her again that I shall he very glad to take her to the woods tomorrow if it is pleasant; and my man if never too busy to drive me,” she added, with a smile. Patty, full of excitement, ran home to her mother, forgetting the borrowed hat “AVhy, Patty Hawkins!” she cried, angrily, giving her a little shake, “where have you been with my hat?” “Fvc been to call on Mrs. Much- more,” answered Patty, eagerly, “and she asked me to coins again.” ‘-AVell, you are the most presump- tionc-t child I have ever heard of.” And Mrs. Hawkins, forgetting hei vexation, burst into peals of linging laughter. “Asked you to come again, did she? Ha, ha, ha! with that hat’ ha, ha, lia! And those mitts, ho, ho, ho. If you ain’t ihe very funniest looking figure I ever sec. You’re enough to make tine most melancholy woman in the world go into hysterics, ha, ha, lia!” “S' c didn’t laugh at all,” cried Patty, the tears starting to her eyes, “and she’s going to tako Patience to ride.” True to her word, Mrs. Muchmore called for Patience the next day, and it seemed to her as she sat by the child’s side that she lookeif at'the trees, tho field and tiie river for the first time, for she saw them through the eye* of , tho little invalid, whose pleasure was too deep for words. . Git’s most like heaven,” she CARNESVILLE, GA„ FRIDAY, NOVEMBER T. 181)0. once, in answer to a question from her new friend. “No, ma’am, 1 uever saw anything so beautiful before, I got hurt when I was a little bit of a thing, and I never could walk slr.ee. Oh, no, I dou’t mind it so much now, because I can sit in a chair by the win¬ dow. It is hard to stay in bod all the time.” That was only tho beginning o‘ many drives for Patience, and before tho summer was over she went for a week to Mrs. Muchmoro’s cottago by the lake and Patty was invited to go with her and amuse her. When she had once begun Mrs. Muchmoio found it hard to know where to stop, and the little inmates of the children’s hospital began to think of her as their good fairy. “ What a pleasure it must be to bo rich,” said a friend to her one day. “Yes,” answered Mrs. Muchmore, “but 1 never found it out until this summer and I shall never cease to bo grateful to Miss Patty Hawkins for helping me to see the real blessedness in it.—[Congregationalist. The Man and 1 he Smasher. While wc were waiting at Trenton for the Long Blanch train a lot of baggage had to he transferred. The manner in which it was handled ex¬ cited the indignation of a score of pas¬ sengers, but no one w'anted a “scene” and no protests were unde until the last trunk was reached. It was an ordinary zinc trunk, well strapped, ami stout enough to go around the world with fair usage. The man on the truck ended it up, gave it a twisl and a fling, and it struck oil end with a crash and burst open. The owtiei had been quietly surveying operations, and as the climax came he stepped for¬ ward and asked: “How much will it tako to repaii that trunk?” “BInmcdfino,” was the reply, fol¬ lowed by a chuckle. “Then I will post you in your busi¬ ness,” quietly remarked the passeu- ger. He was a solid, broad-shouldered mail; with one grab lie bad the bag¬ gageman by the hip and shoulder and held him aloft as if he had been a bundle of hay. “What’s the damage?” he asked as he prepared for a heave. “Here — stop — hold on—don’t!” shouted the terrified destroyer of bag- K»ge. “What’s the damage to my trunk?’ “Five d-dollars, and I’ll pay it.” “O.:, you will? very well.” His victim had scarcely reached his feet when he fished up a $5 bill. His face was whiter than flour, and he trembled so that he had to sit down. “Don’t forget that a passenger’s trunk has all the rights of a passen¬ ger,” said the man as lie turned away to light a cigar and walk up and down. “Who is he?” I asked of the man on my left. “Don’t you know? Why, that’s Muldocu, the wrestler and trainer.”—* [Detroit Free Press. “Hit Me, Too.” A certain genial old Bostonian, who is a gentleman of leisure, likes nothing better tlifln to watch the sports oi children and contrive pleasant sur¬ prises for them. Tho Transcript tells this story about him: At one time, while loitering neat the border of the pond in the Public Garden, which is not far from his residence. Mr. B—observed several small boys on tbe curbstone, in stoop¬ ing postures, paddling the water with their hands. The temptation to tap the back of one of these bending ur¬ chins was’great and Mr. B— did tap one briskly. The boy straightened up like a flash, looked around and called out: “AA r hat did you strike me for, sir?” “So that you might rise r.nd tako this piece of money, my lad,” said the old man, handing him a dime. The boy, entirely appeased, grinned broadly. And instantly all tho other boys flocked up to Mr. B-, each one shouting at the top of liis voice: •‘Say, mister, hit me, will yer, mis¬ ’ ter?” She Read Him at Once. “Is it trwue that you can—aw— wead ebarwacter in the hand, Miss Flitters?” “Oli, indeed, yes, Mr. Smartie. I am quite an adept.” “AV-well wead mine, w-won’t you ?” “AA'hy certainly. Hm! Your hand is very soft, Mr. Smartie.”—[Bazar. A Decided Coolnessi “1 noticed a coolness between Miss Roseleaf and Mr. Treatley last night.” ' “Is that so? ’ And they're engaged, i 00 .” “Yes; they were eating ice cream when I saw them.”—[Mumey’s AVeek- OLD AND NEW. Former War-Ships and Those of Today Compared. Manifold Duties Required of Modern Men-of-wars Men. Tho old sailing frigate and tho great line of battlo ships, with towering mnsts and enormous squares of can¬ vas, their long rows of guns, tier upon tier, their crews of seven hundred men, have disappeared iu tho mists of the past along with tho heroes of Cooper and Marryat. The smallest vessel of our squadron, with her six guns, her powerful engines, and all the appliances of defence and offence, that steam and electricity, in short, that modern scienco contributes to the safety and efficiency of a ship and a ship’s company of tho present time, would destroy a whole fleet of “saucy Aretliusas.” With the change in the ships, a change in tho life and tho training of a sailor has come, a change so g eat, that one of Nelson’s old sea-dogs, or even Jackie of our late war, wou.d be dumbfounded at the manifold duties required of a modern man-of-war’s man. Jack must be a soldier nowa¬ days as well as a seaman. Ho must understand the intricate mechanism of the revolving cannon, tho delicate sights and complicated breech appara¬ tus of the heavy guns with their hy¬ draulic mountings, tho management and care of his magazine rifle and his self-eccking revolver, as well as how to go aloft in a gale ol’ wind and “pa~s the weather ear-ring,” to pull an oar in a boat, or to knot and splice a rope. In a man-of-war’s crew of today, many of the men must bo specially trained for the peculiar kind of work falling to their share iu tho general tout-enseu ble of modern scientific ap¬ pliances that aro necessary to insure the efficiency of the ship as an instru¬ ment of warfare, and to provide for the comfort and welfare of those serving on board of her. For ex¬ ample, the Yorktown, which at the time of the writing of this article is probably the most thoroughly equipped with the newest appointments of any of the vessels of our new navy now% commission, comprises in its crew of 180 men—exclusive of her line offi¬ cers, surgeon, engineers, and pay¬ master—several expert electricians to run the dynamo and keep in order the electric appliances; machinists—one of whom is a boilermaker, and the others qualified for duties connected with tiie running and repairing of the complicated engines, tho distilling of the drinking-water, tho heating ap¬ paratus, and the many uses that steam may be put to; an apothecary, several so-called yeomen as assistants to the paymaster, engineers, etc.; besides a blacksmith, tailor, painter, carpenters, tailmaker and others. An Insect that Is Bought and Sold. The cochineal is of interest to us because of its use in making scarlet dyes. It is found in the woods in hot countries, particularly iu certain parts of Mexico and South America, its habitat being the plants of the cactus family. The female is the most im- poi taut member of the cochineal house¬ hold, as she is the color-producer. She is wingless, of a deep brown color, and her body is covered with a whitish powder. This little insect fastens itself to a branch of the cactus, and thrusting its beak into the mass it stays there usually for life, sucking the juices of tho plant. It increases in size rapidly and soon it is hard to tell it from a seed or berry. When the female is full of eggs she stops feeding, incloses herself iu a white downy film which she spins for herself, and dies. But it is now that her usefulness really begins. Just be. fore the eggs arc laid the cochineal is fu.lest of the coloring matter which forms so important an article of com¬ merce. Tho whole plant seems then to be laden with its purple harvest, and the myriad insects are brushed off' upon pieces of cloth spread to catch them. Then they are speedily killed by hot water or on hot plates, and when dried are ready for the market. How many of these little cochineal bugs do you suppose are required to weigh a pound? Seventy thousand! “AVell,” says some bright lad, -‘if it takes so many to weigh a pound the stock of cochineal dye-stuff must be quite limited.” No, the cochineal in¬ dustry is au extensive one. Large plantations of cactus ave grown es¬ pecially, to raise the cochineal bug, and it is said that in a single year there have been imported into the United States aiefne nearly 2,00(^000 pounds of these dried insects, valued at a round jniHiou of dollars. Emr- land buys an equally large amount, and France deal* in them quite as ex¬ tensively. As many as 1400 tons of cochinc.il have beon exported iu the past when this industry was at its height, but the use of uniline dyes lias lessened tbe trado considerably. The most rcoent statistics of cochineal im¬ ports show that the quantity annually brought to this country amounts lrom 600,000 to 600,000 pounds, valued at i? 150,000 to $200,000. — [American Agriculturist. Picturesque Hellgolanders. The national costume is not yet dis¬ carded in this Arcadian isle, but it is generally reserved for holidays and Sunday. Women look demure in red petticoats fringed with yellow, dark jackets, aprons of snowy white, and black pokc-bonncts. As a fact, how¬ ever, the bonnet is seldom seen except on dowagers, tho head-gear of young women being a light-colored shawl, worn Spanish fashion. The mon wear top boots, bluo trous¬ ers, white linen “jumpers” and sou’* wester hats. But even they are seen more often in a quiet conventional dress of some serviceable stufi'. A bride’s toilet is surpassingly strange, the chief feature being a tall bat or crown, elaborately ornamented with pins, and which falls a fringed man¬ tle. Even her personal finery,however is secondary to the trappings of (lie bed, which is decked by herself and her friends in the bridegroom’s house. The whitest of linen, plenty of luce, and doubtless a mountain of feathers, go to make it sumptuous. Guests are bidden by the lovers together, in per¬ son. After the marriage ceremony in the church, the party repair to the new home, aud partake of a national cake, eaten with a sauco of syrup and melted butter, When the merry-mak¬ ing is over, the whole party go in pro¬ cession over every street on the island. More eating and drinking and dancing, and at last homo.—[Scribner. A Curious Liltle Railroad. “You fellows down here can talk about your railroads, but I have struck the biggest tli'ng in tbe way of a rail¬ road in the West that I ever saw in my life.” He was a big Wall street oper¬ ator who had just returned from a trip over the Illinois Central, and lie was telling his experiences to a group in Delmonico’s. “It’s a little, single-track, narrow- gauge road, and I discovered it in a rich farming portion of Central Illi¬ nois. It is owned and run by the farmers, and all the hands from en- gin er down are farmers’ sons, Tho stations are tho farm houses a’ong the line, and there’s one through train a day—all freight, with ono passenger car hitched on. “There is no telegraph or block sys¬ tem, for there can be no collision. Nobody knows when a train is coming until it is in sight. The rails are laid on ties placed on the virgin prairie, and there is no roadbed and no grade. “Notwithstanding all this it carries lots of freight in the way of produce from the farms to a branch of the Illi¬ nois Central, and it pays the farmers who own it well. It lias no name, and you won’t find it in Poor’s Man¬ uel.”— [New York Sun. Absurd Russian Superstitions. The mo*t absurd superstitions are rife in Russia. At Serpookhov, near Moscow, an official announcement was recently placarded at the street corner. The common people are unable to read. They requested a man, who looked like a priest, to decipher for them the contents of the bill. He un¬ hesitatingly and positively declared that it contained the warning that the city of Serpookhov would be swal¬ lowed in the ground. In less than an hour the news spread throughout the place, and the people abandoned (heir work and began streaming out into the fields in largo crowds. All the facto¬ ries were deserted by the laborers. It was some time before the frightened crowds were restored to reason and to i heir regular pursuits, but the origin¬ ator of the trouble could not be found. Fell 95 Feet and AVent to AVork. George Holloway was sent to the top of the large brick chimney ninety-five feet high at the glass works in New Albany, Ind., the other afternoon to tear down the structure. Hardly had he reached tho top when he slipped and fell into the stack, and ricocheting from side to side, struck the bottom almost without a scratch. lie was at work again in i n hoar-—[Indianapolis (Iud.) Journal. Liberal Courts. First Criminal: •‘Courts is mighty unreasonable. ” Second Criminal: “Yet I alters found ’em open ter conviction.”— Epoch I’lIILDHEJi’S COLUMN. THE El.r AND THE UUMU1.S 1IEK. “Oh, Bumble lice I Humble Heel Don’t fly so near! Or you will tumble uie Over, I four!” ‘Ob, funny elfl Funny elf! Don’t be alarmed I I’m looking for lmney, elf. You shan’t be harmed.” “Then tarry, Ob, tarry, Bee! Fill up your sack; And carry, oh, carry me Home on your back I ” —Oliver Herford, in St. Nicholas THie LONGEST !>'V. It is quite important, when speaking of tho longest day iu tho year, to Nay what part of the world we are talking about, as will bo seen by reading the following list, which tells tho length of the longest day in several places. IIow unfortunate are tho children iu Tornea, Finland, where Christmas Day is less than three hours in length. At Stockholm, Sweden, it is eighteen and one-half hours in length. At Spitzbergon tho longest day is three and one-half months. At London, England, and Bremen, Prussia, tho longest day has sixteen and one-half hours. At Hamburg, Germany, and Dant- zig, in Prussia, the longest day has seventeen hours. At Wnrdbury, Norway, tho longest day lasts from May 21 to July 22 with¬ out interruption. At St. Petersburg, Russia, and Tobolsk, Siberia, the longest day is nineteen hours and the shortest live lio urs. At Tornea, Finland, June 21 brings a day nearly twenty-two hours long and Christmas one loss than three hours in length. At New York the longest day is about fifteen hours, ami at Montreal, Canada, it is sixteen hours. TRAINING A PRINCE. Many years ago Miss Iliilyard, the governess in the royal family, seeing the Prince of Wales inattentive to his studies, said: “Your royal highness is not minding your business; will you be pleased to look at your book and learn your lesson?” liis royal highness said ho would not. “Then I shall pat you in tho cor¬ ner,” said the governess. His royal highness again replied that he should not learn his lesson, neither should ho go into the corner, for he was the Prince of AVales; and, as if to show his authority, lie kicked his little foot through a pane of glass. Surprised at this act of bold defiance, Miss Hillyard, rising from her scat, said: “Sir, you must learn your les¬ son, and if you do not, though yon are tho Prince of Wales, I shall put you in the corner.” However, threats were of no avail; the defiance was repeated, and that, too, in the same determined manner as before — liis royal highness breaking another pane of glass. Miss Hillyard, seeing her authority thus set at naught, rang the bell and requested that his father, his royal highness Prince Albert, might be sent for. Shortly after the Prince arrived and having learned the reason why his presence was required, addressing the Prince of Wales, and pointing to a stool or ottoman, said; “You sit there, sir.” Prince Albert then went to his own room and returning with a Bible in his hand, he said to his royal highness, the Prince of Wales: “Now, I want you to listen to what St. Paul says about the people who are under tutors and governors.” And having read the passage to him, ho added: “ t is undoubtedly true that you are the Prince of AYales, and if you conduct yourself properly you may some day be a great man. You niay be king in the room of your mother; but now you arc only a little boy; though you arc the Prince of AVales, you are only a child under tutors and governors, who must be obeyed, and have those under them to do as they arc bid. Moreover, I must tell you what Solomon says, and he read to him the declaration that he who loveth his son chasteneth him betimes; and then, in order to show his child, he chastised and put him in a corner, saying: “Now, sir, you will stand there until you have learned your lesson, and until Miss Hillyard gives you leave to come out, and remember that you are under tutors and governors, and that they must be obeyed.”—[Christian at A York- Accounted For. “Living iu the Country 1 :now?” “Yes.” “Don’t you miss the noise and bustle of tho city?” “No. I have two children.” NO. 44. Sing, Sweet. 8iiijr, Sweet, Sing! TLougli our happy Java iuny bn waning* For far and nway tlio heavens arc Kray, Aud tomorrow it may be mining— Mo, slug, Sweet, sing! Sing, Sweet, slngl The aim on tbe hill is dying; Though failed) the rain it is still nil In vai* To bo eternally sighing— So, sing, Sweet, slngl Sing, Sweet, sing! For, as long ns a hope is living, There aro pleasure* to leel, and sorrows to heal, And the blessed joy of giving — So, sing, Sweet, slngl Sing, Sweet, sing! (live tho joy in your henrt. an outing, That others may hear and take courage, dear; For your song may quiet their doubting-* Then, sing, Sweet, sing! Sing, Sweet, Bing! The birds In the woods are mating; Oh, trust and be pure, and, I tell you—sure-* Our God will bless our waiting— Oh, Sweet, Sweet, sing! —[Ella lligginson, in West Shore. HUMOROUS. As good ns a mile—eight furlongs. Como into port with a bow—ocean steamers. Acknowledged as the “last” man— the shoemaker. Add fuel to the flames—stokers on ocean steamers. “Allow mo to introduce myself,” the burglar said whou lie jimmied the window. A truo word is often spoken in jest; but wo always like it to be about some oilier fellow. Every young lady should belong to mi archery club. Skill in drawing » beau is very desirablo. Elderly Coquette: I have givon many a man the sack. Gas de Smith: I suppose so. You lmvo had enough time. The paper having Hie largest circu¬ lation in this country is published at Washington. It is called the Ono Dol¬ lar Bill. “I see that your Chinese servant has managed to pick up a good deal of English.” “Yes, lie walked away with my dictionary.” Thresher’s nine-year-old explains that sometimes lie doesn’t have to go a yard before he gets a rod. Ilis father gets the rod, and doesn’t spare it. “Won’t you plcuso play us some¬ thing, Mrs. Ilammerandbang?” asked McBrick. “I should like to ever so much,” she said, looking at her watch; “but, really, I lmvc no time.” “So I have heard,” replied McBrick; “but wc will overlook that, you know.” When love was strong and love was young* And she was yet to win. He used to praise with flattering tongue Her pretty dimpled chin. Now, though she’s still his heart’s delight, As in the bygone years, When home he’s going late at night, It is her chin he fears ! He Didn’t Bear. , Colonel Chapman was a moneyed old felow who made friends among many of the young fellows of his town, lie rarely hesituted to let one of them have a little money any time he should happen to need a few dollars temporarily, and so good was his judgment of human nature that ho rarely made a mistake. Ono day he was approached by a young man of questionable honesty. He pretented to be very busy at bis desk, but the young fellow did not notice it. “Colonel,” lie began, “Pd like to borrow $10 from you for a few days.” The old fellow did not look up. “what’s that?’ he said brusquely, "I didn’t hear you.” “I would like,” said the young man, reconsidering his proposition, “to bor¬ row $20 of you for a week.” “Great Scott!” exclaimed the old man, rising, “I suppose if I had not beard your last request you would be asking me for $40 now.”—[Chicago Herald. Trees 650 Feet Tall. Prof. Fred G. Plummer, the civil engineer of Tacoma, says: “I have been all over (bis country and have the best collection of the flora to be found anywhere. AVIiat do you think of these trees C50 feet high? They are to be found that high in the unsur¬ veyed townships near the foot of Mount Tacoma, and what is more I have 6eeii them and made an instru¬ mental measurement of a number with that result. There are lots of trees near tho base of Mount Tacoma whose fo iage is so far above the ground that it is impossib'e to tell to what family they belong except by the bark. Very few people know or dream of the immensity of our forest growth. 1 wish tbit some of our laVge trees could be sept to the AVorld’s Fair at Chicago. We could send a flag pole, for instance, 800 dr 400 feet long.”****-[Olympia (Wash.) Tribune.
