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THANKSOIVINO.
Welcome, thou grand old Feast-day i
Again thou russet fields
Lie idle in the soft, gray light.
Shorn of their splendid yields;
Again the lanes have glimmered
With farewell golden-rod.
And gentian fringes closed above
The tinted olive sod.
But thou, O grand old Feast-day,
Thou hast no need of these
To draw us to thee. Though thou bring
Gray skies and leafless trees—
A hundred welcomes to thee 1
Ye altar-fires at home,
Shine out—and kindred gather
From sea to mountain dome t
So hail thee, grand old Feast-day 1
The wind-swept orchard boughs
Have flung their ruddy gold and green
Upon the earth; the mows
Are rich with grain; the furrows
Sleep ’neath the sun’s veiled ray—
And all the land is glad and greets
A new Thanksgiving Day!
—Helen Chase. I
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The Lady and the Diamond.
A thanksgiving btoky.
T was the eve of
Thanksgiving, a dark
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of them were laden
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good cheer for the feast. All were glad,
Even those whose attire bespoke pinched
conditions and only too little of the
things that go to make life worth the
living fondled closely to them some lit-
tie parcel with which they would glad-
den their humble homes.
Iu the throng that wended its way
down toward the Wall Street Ferry was
a girl looking older than she really was,
Jennie Desmond. She, too, had her
little parcel with her with which she was
hastening to her hoine on Dean street
Brooklyn. She was employed in the
office of a diamond merchant in Maiden
lane cleaning the precious stones that
ladies'of wealth sent in to be brightened
up for tho holidays. The crush of busi-
ness had been unusually great, and Jen¬
nie, who had the entire confidence of
the firm, was intrusted with a magnificent
pendant, the property of Mrs. Vander¬
poel, who resides on Fifth avenue, less
than a block away from the palatial home
of the Vanderbilts. The pendant had
to be cleaned for a ball on Thanksgiving
and Jennie had taken it with her to fix
it up at home, as she had frequently
done before with others of almost equal
value.
She was careful iu securing it to her
person. She carried it on a string about
her neck beneath her clothing aud
trudged on through the wet and mud
unconscious of any impending misfor¬
tune. Indeed, the bundle under her
arm, containing a small present for her
mother, enlisted her attention more than
did the gem she were about her neck.
She was oblivious of the jam and jostle
about her. Everybody was crowding the
other good-naturedly, as only an Amer-
ican metropolitan crowd can. At times
the current in the human tide that flowed
through ‘the'ferry gate lifted her almost
from her feet. Still she thought only
of her home and of the Thanksgiving
rri’t for her mother. Gladness is always
infectious and all-absorbing. If she
was crushed and crowded and jostled it
was by people who, like herself, were
battling good-humoredly with each other
in a desire to get home early and gladden
their friends.
That was the scene aud these the fcel-
ngs about the ferry house. Just at its
gates, however, two little boys were
standing crying out the evening papers.
They felt the pitiless, chilling rain as it
beat through their scant clothing and ate
its way to the very marrow in their bones,
They had nothing to bo thankful for.
The weather Was against the sale of their
wares, and the only trice of sunshine in
their homes must cdine by the pennies
earned from day to day.
One of them, a pale faced lad, shivered
in a corner, where he found shelter from
the driving rain. He was a timid boy,
known to his comrades as ‘ ‘Mugsy” and
to a bedridden father and a little sister
as Sammy Fox. His home, if a place to
shelter one from the weather and a floor
to lie upon could be called a home, was
in a row of old, rickety tenements in
Cherry street known as “Italian alley.”
The crowds at the ferry and their laugh-
iug faces and good-natured railery were
only a mockery and a taunt to him. They
were too much bent upon getting home
to cave to stop to buy the papers. The
hours wore on and the tide had ebbed and
the streets began to t&iu of its crowds,
and only a few pennies bad rewarded the
efforts of the boy.
He huddled in close in the lee oi tW
gates, but the keeper ordered him off,
::td as he started to go his eye fell upon
a gleam of light. He had never seen
anything tike it before. It pleased him
us a (oy would. He watched his oppor-
tunity,"then stole up to it silently,
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as he came nearer the light seemed to
fade out of it. He picked it up, took it
over with him to Franklin square, and
there under the lights he began to ex¬
amine his find. He was pleased with its
bright gloamings. It would bo a toy for
his sister, and he put it carefully away
in his pocket. What it was lie had no
idea.
The night was bad for Mugsy. He had,
in the parlance of the street, “been
stuck” on his papers. He had uot sold
enough of them to even recoup himself
from loss. To go home without a cent
was out of the question. Mugsy had no
education, but he had been born with a
heart that told him his presence, though 1
always welcome, would lend an added
gloom to the already darksome home un¬
less he brought money for bread. It
would be three hungry instead ot two.
So long as lie was out there might be
some hope for earning a little. So, un-
passed he staggered into the office of the
Press, and down in the room where news-
boys wait for the paper the lad threw
himself down in a corner to sleep. The
whirring of the press awoke him and he
was soon out. Up town he weut to
Fifth avenue to eatcli a dime from
generous givers on Thanksgiving day.
In-front of a window he took his stand
shortly before noon.
The carriages rolled by aud tho little
urcfHn, hungry and tired, was more
asleep than awake. He was on the North
s; de w hen services at the Cathedral con-
c i uded anfl the crowds came out. He
ran to cross the street to sell his papers
when a carria g e came rushing along,
There was a cry from some peopl( , t0 the
p0 wdcrcd and livened driver, but it came
too late. The boy was under the wheels.
xhe lady) who wa8 the only occupant of
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the carriage, ordered the driver to stop,
and took the newsboy into the carriage.
It was less than a block to her home, and
thither the little fellow was taken. He
was unconscious. The family physician
came, and in removing the poor urchin’s
clothing to examine his injuries tho
bright toy he had found at the Wall
Street Ferry fell out. It was a magnifi-
cent diamond pendant, and was handed
to the lady of the house, who was greatly
surprised, as she thought she recognized
it as her own. It resembled one she had
sent to her diamond cleaner in Maiden
lane—was identical in every particular,
It was strange. Perhaps, then, the lad
was a thief, somebody said, but Mrs.
Vanderpoel insisted upon the utmost at-
tention being given him. He might be
a thief, but it was Thanksgiving day.
Meantime there had been sad scenes in
the home of the Desmond girl. it hen
3he reached the tenement in Dean street
she felt none of the inconveniences of the
journey. She was wet and tired, but the
little surprise she had in store for her
mother made her forgetful of herself.
Ten minutes nearly were spent in looking
at the present and commenting upon it.
Then Jennie retired to change licr wet
clothing. Once in her room her first
thought was of Mrs. .Vanderpoel’s gem.
She put her haud about her neck to draw
it up, when, to her honor, she found
i that it was gone. She could not realize
it at first. She examined her apparel,
but as article after article was searched
and no trace of the pendant was had, her
alarm became intense. She hurried back
to the ferry over the way she came,
through the same streets and up to the
very door of the store of her employer.
Still she could find no trace. She made
anxious inquiries at the ferry house if
“anything” had been found by theem-
ployes, but received a negative answer.
\ She did not dare tell them what it was
j she had lost. 1 p and down the street,
i far into the night, she walked, hei eyes
peering in a vain search fur the gem.
All night she lay awake, and hei
mother shared her sorrow. 1 he situa-
j tiou was one of grave moment for both,
. They were poor. The pendam was
worth many thousands of dollars. These
two facts, with the aid of the imagination
of a prosecuting attorney, were all-sulfi-
eight for a conviction. The njoinjng
broke heavily for them. She did not
j dare tell h<5r employ:-- until her last re¬
I source was gAne. Finally she resolved
to tell the owner of the pendant and
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throw herself upon her mercy, Pale and
trembling, she enrae to this city and ap¬
proached the rich home. More than onco
she faltered at the threshold, but finally
rang the bell. She implored permission
to sec Mrs. Vanderpocl. It was in vain
for the porter to tell her to call again.
She must see her, she said. Her impor¬
tunities finally prevailed, and in the par¬
lor she saw the lady. In a voice broken
with sobs she told the story, and throw¬
ing herself upon her knees, piteously
begged for mercy. She saw both dis¬
honor and possibly the prison staring her
in the face.
Airs. Vanderpoel listened to the story.
She asked the girl to be seated, and then
sent for the physician and inquired after
the boy. He was all right. lie had re¬
gained consciousness. Mrs. Vanderpoel
asked the girl to remain, and then went
out of tho room. She went to the boy.
She showed him the pendant found in
his pocket. Ilis eyes brightened.
“Dat's what I got for Lena,” he said;
dat’s Lena’s.”
“Who is Lena?” asked the lady.
“She’s my sister what’s wid dad down
home.”
“ Aud where did you get this?”
“I got it down at the ferry las’ night.
I seen it shinin’, and I kep’ it for her.”
“Why did you not give it to her?”
“ ’Cause I had no money to go home
and I didn’t want to. I slop’ out. I
didn’t have no money for somethin’ to
eat, aud I was goin’ to give it to her
when I sold papers and brought some¬
thin’ home for her and dad to eat.”
“But liow did you find it?”
“De copper he told me to git out oi
de corner down at de ferry, and when
I didn’t git he fanned ine, and den I
seed de t’ing shiniu’ and I sneaked up
and collared it. Dat’s all. ”
And the lad smiled. So too, did the
lady. She went up stairs, told Jennie
the story of the accidental finding, and
although she cried, the girl was happy.
She wanted to go home to tell her moth¬
er, but the lady would not have it so,
and both Jennie and the boy had their
Thanksgiving dinner at Mrs. Vander-
poel’s table.
It was a happy day for more than
them. A carriage rolled away from the
door laden with goods, some of which
went to tho little home of Mugsy on
Cherry street and some to that of Mrs.
Desmond on Dean street, Brooklyn.
Jennie’s employes were not told of the
accident. Through the afternoon she
sat burnishing up the diamonds, and
they gleamed all the more brightly at
the ball in the evening from the romance
connected with them.— New York Press.
Thanksgiving Week.
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Tramp—“If that’s turkey an’ mine*
pie yer offerin’ me, take it away. I’ve
been a livin’ on it till I’m sick. Ain’t
yer got a bit of plain, good, ole-fashioned
roast beef, rare?”
Pause for Thanksgiving.
With all of her wonderful fruits,
California lacks a cranberry worthy ot
the name. A New England tourist
ordered cranberry sauce with his turkey
one Thanksgiving Day at a hotel in
Pasadena. An odd-looking and odder-
tasting dish of stewed fruit was brought
to him.
“What do you call this?” he asked
the waitress,a girl from the New Hamp¬
shire mountains.
“Cranberry sauce, sir,” she answered,
with a fair smile of sympathy for his
evident distaste.
“Cranberry sauce!” he echoed, indig-
aantly, “that has no more the flavor of
a cranberry than a peanut has of a pump¬
kin.”
“Maybe not,'’ she replied, folks demurely, deal
“but you see it gives a great the
more reason to be thankful for
turkey.”
FEATHERED FISHERY
Cormorants Trained to Catch
Fish in Japan,
After Swallowing tho Prize They
are Mads to Disgorge.
From an article entitled “An Arist’s
Letters from Japan,” by John La
Fargo, in the Century Magazine, we
quote the following:
At no great distance from us, per¬
haps a quarter of a mile, a light flick¬
ered over the water. On our approach
wo could distinguish a mail connected
with it, who apparently walked on the
dark surface. lie was evidently a
fisherman or a shrimper, and his
movements had all tho strangeness of
some long-legged aquatic bird. lie
knew his path, and, far out, followed
some track of ford, adding to tlie
loneliness as does a crane in a marshy
landscape. Then I saw him no more,
for lie headed up Die river towards an
opening between the hills. Suddenly
a haze of light rounded tlie corner of
the nearest mountain, then grew into
a line of fire coming towards us.
Above the rustlo of tlie river’s
course and our own against it, came
the beating of a cry in unison. Tho
line of flame broke into many fires,and
we could see tne boats rushing down
upon us. As quickly as I can write it,
they came in an even line, wido apart
—perhaps fifty feet or so—enough for
us to pass between, whereupon we re¬
versed our movement and drifted
along with them. In the front of eacli
boat, hung upon a bent pole, blazed a
large cresset filled with pine knots,
making above a cloud of smoko,
starred with sparks and long needles
of red cinders. Below in the circle
of each light, and on its outer rim,
swam many birds, glossy black and
white cormorants, straining so at the
cords that held them that they ap¬
peared to be dragging the boats. As
they spread like a fan before the dark
shadow of the bows the cords which
fastened them glistened or were black
in the light.
Each string ran through the fingers
of the master-fisher at Die bows, and
was fastened’ to his waist and lost in
the glittering straw of his rain-skirt.
Like a four-in-hand driver, he seemed
to feel his birds’ movements. His
fingers loosened or tightened, or, as
suddenly, with a clutch pulled back.
Then came a rebellious fluttering, aud
the white glitter of fish in the beaks
disappeared—unavailingly; each bird
was forcibly drawn up to tlie gunwale,
and seized by the neck encircled by its
string-bearing collar. Then a squeeze—
a white fish glittered out again and was
thrown back into tlie boat. The bird
scuttled away, dropped back into the
water, and, shaking itself, was a*
work again. They swam with necks
erect, their eyes apparently looking
over everything, and so indifferent to
small matters as to allow tiie big cin¬
ders to lie unnoticed on their oily, flat-
heads.
But every few seconds one would
stoop down, then throw back its head
wildly with a fi-sh crosswise in its
mouth. When that fish was a small
one it was allowed by the master of
the bird to remain in the capacious
gullet. Each pack guide 1 by a master
varied in numbers, but I counted 13
fastened to the waist of the fisherman
nearest to us- Behind him stood an¬
other poling; then farther back an ap¬
prentice, with one single bird, was
learning to manage liis feathered tools.
In the stern stood the steersman using
a long pole. Every man shouted, as
huntsmen encouraging a pack, “lloo!
Hoollloo!”—making the cry whose
rhythm we.had heard when the flotilla
bore down upon us.”
Jay Gould and Jim Fisk’s Widow.
In conversation yesterday with a
gentleman who has had considerable
business with Jay Gould lie
said: “I doubt if very many persons
give Mr. Gould credit for generosity
of any kind. I can’t say that he is a
generous man in business, but who is?
I have always had a warm side for
the little rnan since I learned wiiat lie
did for Jim Fisk’s widow. Fisk was
the dress parade member of tlie old
firm of Gould & Fisk, while Gould
was the money maker. Fisk left ab¬
solutely nothing, but Gould gave his
widow $250,000 in government bonds.
It was a big pile of money for him in
those days, although it would be
scarcely a flea bite now.”—[New
York Press.
A Boom in Trade.
Mi Zer—Row much are you going
to charge me for this apple?
Dealer—I won’t charge you anything
for tliat.
Mi Zer—Thanks; and since you are
so reasonable I’ll take two lpore ut the
same price.—[Epoch,
Cut Glass.
The sparkle ami brilliancy of glass
is very much increased by a process of
grinding and polishing, technically
called “glass cutting.” A great vari¬
ety of patterns is used in cut glass¬
ware but all are worked out In essen¬
tially the same maimer. A glass-cut¬
ting machine consists of a wheel—in
large factories usually several foot in
diameter—generally made of wrought
iron and turned by some motive power.
Over this wheel is suspended a reser¬
voir containing a mixture of line sand
and water, which drops slowly on the
revolving wheel. The glass, after the
design has been drawn upon it, is
applied to this wheel. Tho sand outs
away the glass, and thus the pattern is
cut out.
When the cutting is completed the
whole article is polished. It is first
applied to a wooden wheel supplied
With emery, which grinds the glass
ferfectly smooth, and then to a wheel
supplied with putty powder, which
produces a brilliant polish.
The greatest care is taken to select,
for cutting, glass which is without
flaws or air bubbles. Sometimes an
air bubble or flaw can bo cut away and
thus a valuable piece of glass saved;
but again a little air bubble may make
worthless the labor of many days.
Several years ago I saw in a factory
a beautiful piece of glass very massive
and cut in exquisite design, which had
been made to order for a New York
firm. The cutler had spent weeks upon
it audit certainly showed the work. It
was aim:st as brilliant as a diamond;
but it was comparatively valueless, for
>n one corner was a little bole no larger
than a point of a needle. It was
caused either by an air bubble so small
that it was not discovered, or tliero
was some little unevenness in the sur¬
face of the glass. Whatever tlie oanse,
the hole was tliore—so small that it
could be discovered only by Hie fact
that the vessel leaked, and a new
piece had to be made—Youth’s Com¬
panion.
Last Days of Benedict Arnold.
All the family tradition goes to
show that the last years of Benedict
Arnold in London were years of bitter
remorse and self-reproach. The great
name which ho had so gallantly won
and so wretchedly lost left him no re¬
pose by night, or day. The iron frame-
which had withstood the fatigue of so
many trying battlefields and still more
trying marches through the wilderness,
broke down at iast under the slow
torture of lost friendships and merited
disgrace.
In the iast sad days iu London, in
June 1801, the family tradition says
that Arnold’s mind kept reverting to
his old friendship with Washington.
He had always carefully preserved the
American uniform which lie wore on
tiie day when lie made his escape to
the Vulture; and now as, broken in
spirit and weary of life, he felt the
iast moments coming, lie called for
this uniform and put it on, and dec.
orated himself with tlie epaulettes and
sword-knot which Washington had
given him after the victory of Saratoga.
“Let me die,” said lie, “in this old
uniform in which I fought my battles.
May God forgive me for ever putting
on any other!”—[Atlantic Monthly.
A Swimming School for Voting Seals.
St. Paul Island is one of the chief
resorts of the seals in Behring Sea.
For about six hundred feet up from
the water the ground slopes gently,
and it is along this incline the seals es¬
tablish themselves, the coast for six¬
teen miles some seasons being literally
black with Die animals. The males
are very quarrelsome and fight for
their positions, making a din almost
deafening, which may be heard for
miles. Here the young seals are born
and nursed for a few days bv the
mothers, who then desert them to be
cared for by Die other males until they
are big enough to shift for themselves.
The antics of the young while learn¬
ing to swim arc highly amusing. They
flounder about in the water at first as
totally helpless as a kitten. It is soon
over, however, the seal being the most
graceful of swimmers.—[Chicago
Herald.
A >’ailless Horseshoe.
The latest form of the nailless horse¬
shoe can be secured firmly to the hoof
without either nails or screws. It is
provided with clipping plates or
flanges, which project upward at an
inclination fiom the base of the shoe,
which latter is open at the back, the
opening being bridged by a clamping
screw. The shoe is applied to the
hoof and the flanges S'-c pressed down
upon it. The screw at the back is then
operated to bind the shoe firmly to the
hoof. Split or cracked hoofs are thus
done away with. Tiie shoes can be
j I put night, on in thereby the morning resting and and taken eooling off
at
| the hoofs.—rftew York Telegram.
SCIE5TIFIC SCKAI'N.
Bricks for artistic decoration are
now made of old bagging.
It is reported that the largest ami
highest electric light tower in the
world is to bo erected in Minneapolis,
Minn.
A company is being formed in Fitts-
burg, l’a., to operate olcctric cabs, the
current to bo furnished by storage
batteries.
It is reported that a diet of fresli
swoet buttermilk has been often found
favorable and even effectual, to the
cure of Bright’s disease.
It takes a lower temporaiuro tc
freeze salt water (ban fresli water.
Tho former congeals at 1)2, tho latter at
28 1-2 degrees Fahrenheit.
Tho banana plant has been found tc
contain a greater quantity of pure fibre
than any of the other numerous vege.'
table products used for paper making.
Bioea, the French anthropologist,
declares that the broad-headed race
now represented by the people of Cen¬
tral France are the true Gauls or Celts
of Cmsar.
Since the introduction of electric
lighting into largo manufacturing es¬
tablishments, the record shows n
marked improvement in the health oi
the employes.
An English inventor offers a system
by which coal gas compressed to onc-
eiglith its natural bulk can be carried
about and utilized as an illumination
when desired.
Electricity applied to locomotive
headlights is among the safeguards
proposed for railway travel, and a re¬
cent simplified apparatus is thought to
be Die most satisfactory so far intro¬
duced.
It appears from experiments made
recently on a British vessel in a storm
on the coast of South America, that
oil is of no effect in calming the waves
in shallow water where there arc
breakers.
Professor Orton, while urging the
imperative necessity of taking action
to restrict the wasteful use of natural
gas, admits that even tho strictest regu¬
lations cannot prevent the exhaustion
of the supply in a few years.
The results of mechanical und physi¬
cal tests arc considered by German
authorities as having proved the fitness
of aluminum bronze for artillery and
small arms, particularly as recent ex¬
periments with smokeless powders
have shown so great an injury to
steel-made artillery.
George H. Babcock, before the
American Society of Mechanical En¬
gineers, some time ago cited tho fact
that when in Pornpcii he discovered
that the old Homan baths in the first
Christian century were heated by
steam. The walls of the bath-houses
were double, and the steam was carried
all around them. This, Mr. I), held,
is Die true theory of heating.
A series of observations for 100
consecutive days lias hocn made at the
top of the Eiffel tower, in Paris, on
the velocity of Die wind. The velocity
at Dint elevation was three limes in
the average greater than nearer the
ground. Much of Die diminution of
force and speed is no doubt due to the
check given by bouses aud other ob¬
jects near the surface of tho earth.
The Belgian Legation at Mexico has
reported to the Belgian government on
the guimbobo or angu, a textile plant
found in the State of Vera Cruz. The
fibre is of a very superior quality,
while the plant is easily cultivated,
and yields nutritious fruit. Unlike
ramie, cotton, or hemp, the fibre is
within the bark, which can be removed
by a simple machine. Its lustre is like
that of silk, it is strong and fine, and
of creamy white color.
His Wish Realized.
Thomas B. Jones, Governor-elect of
Alabama, tells this incident of his
boyhood, part of which period was
spent in school in Virginia: “On my
way home for a vacation, I passed
through tho capital for the express
purpose of getting a glimpse of Presi¬
dent Buchanan. Standing in the Na¬
tional Hotel, I remarked to a friend
that I hated to lcavo tho city without
seeing the President.
“An elderly gentleman, who was
reading a paper near where we stood,
looked up with a smile and remarked t
‘So you want to see the President,
do you? Meet me here at 10 o’clock
tomorrow, and we will pay him a
visit.’ It is needless to say 1 kept the
engagement. The gentleman was on
hand, and we got iuto a carriage, but
I didn’t know I was riding with the
President of the United States till
aftor we had reached the White House
and heard hityi addressed by his title.
Then my modesty got the better of
me, and I wanted to retire, but the
President kept me quite a while, and
I went away thoroughly happy.”
NO. 47.
A Wall of (lie Unappreciated.
Tlie poets all have sung their songs in tones
of loving praise,
Of flghtin’ men unil all that set for countless
years anil (lays,
Until 1 think it almost time to mukc I’egnsus
pranoe
In ringin’ ill some word for them ns never
lind a chance.
I know a dozen fellows now that somehow
stayed behind,
And why, no one could ever tel', fer they
was men of mind,
All brainy men and statesmen, too, as mod¬
ern statesmen go
But somehow, in this wicked world, they’ve
never hud no show.
There’s old Jim I’otts, wbat ought to be in
Congress right today,
He hain’t nc head for business—could never
make it pay;
But when it comes to tariff, or internal rev¬
enue—
Now what old Jim he doesn’t know ain’t
worth a-lookin’ through.
But pore old Jim (a brainy man, as ! have
said lie fore),
And several men (including me) set round
the grocery store,
And there we run the country, according to
our lights
And we ligger how the workingman is losln’
all his rights.
But yet with all our good hard sense, some
loud and windy cuss,
Can put a stawliu’ collar on, and raise a lit¬
tle fuss.
And everybody flocks to him anil lands him
to the sky,
And leaves us men of solid worth plum
stranded high and dry.
—[Indianapolis Journal.
HUMOROUS.
It is the locomotive tliat whistles at
its work.
While we have Uncle Sam in Amer¬
ica there is Ant-werp in Belgium.
Telling a hair-raising story to a bald
man is a deplorable instance of misdi¬
rected energy.
No matter how weak anil wasted h
man may become he always possesses
strength enough to kick the buckot.
Slykin6—She had tho smallpox, 1
hear. Flykins—Yes. She’s marked
up, although she isn’t worth so much
now.
A Paris milliner has made a ten-
Btrike by teaching her parrot to say
every time a fair client outers, “Oh,
aint you just lovely?'’
“To be taken after each meal,” read
Impecnne, as the doctor left the pre¬
scription; “I shouldn’t think one dose
a day would help a fellow up very
fast.”
Depositor—“Is tho cashier iu?”
President— “N-o: he lias gone away.”
Depositor—“Ah! Gone for a rest 1
presume.” President (sadly)—“N-o;
to avoid arrest.”
Visitor—“You ought not to keep the
pigs so near Die house.” Couutrycus
—Why not?” V.—“It is not healthy.”
C.—“O, yen are wrong; why, those
pigs havo never had a sick day.”
“Doctor, I have not much ready
money. Will you tuke your bill out
in trade?” “Oh, yes, I think that we
can arrange that—but what is your
business?” “I’m a cornet player.”
Gargoyle (showing bis curiosities)—
This is an Indian hatchet I dug from
a mound in Ohio. Mrs. Fangle—IIow
interesting! I have read that the
Indians were in Die habit of burying
the hatchet.
The Use of Compressed Air.
Tiie use of compressed air as a me¬
chanical force,its transference through
underground pipes just as if it were
gas or water, its measurement by
meter, its easy capability of being
turned off or on when wanted, so that
there is no waste-—all this may be
seen on a grand scale in Paris. In
England, also, a beginning lias been
made with the municipal use of this
aerial force. Birmingham has just
had four miles of compressed air
pipes completed for public consump¬
tion. Professor Iiarcourt says that
some people have already moved into
this particular district of Birmingham
“for the convenience of having power
without being obliged to erect a boiler
and chimney.” In other words, the
force may be made to do its work at
long distance—miles even—from the
spot where it is compressed by the
engines; and the loss by “leakage,”
friction, etc., is astonishingly small.—
[Picayune.
Making Silk from Mild Hemp.
Nayemura Sakusaboro, a druggist,
of Hikone, in Omi, Japan, after many
years of experiment and patient re¬
search, has succeeded ill converting
wild hemp into a substance possessing
all the essential qualities of silk. Noth¬
ing is said about the process, but it is
asserted that a trial of the thread has
been made at the silk weaving estab¬
lishment in Jyoto and other factories
with excellent res-fits in every case.
The plant in question grows wijd on
moors and hillsides. Its fiber is strong
and glossy, in no wise inferior to silk
when properly prepared.