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YOL. I.
The Prince’s Bow and Arrows.
' There little Prince of Spain
wus a
Lived very long ago,
Who said the big horizon—
He would bend it tike a bow.
His arrows in the form of ships
He’d shoot, nnd make them go
To many undiscovered lands
Where gold and diamonds grow ;
And so this little Prince of Spain
‘ Longed for the years to go
Until his arm was strong enough
'" To'bend his mighty bow.
And so this little Prince of Spain,
Like little boys you know,
As the advancing years went on
Did marvellously grow.
And he became the King of Spain
And made the ships to go
To many undiscovered lands
Where gold and diamonds grow.
His arrows In the form of “hips
Swung idly to and fro,
For though his arm was very strong
He could not bend his bow.
A\ e all arc princes of the blood,
Who build our ships to go
To many undiscovered lands
Where gold and diamonds grow;
But still oil old familiar sens
They wander to and fro.
And hug the immemoria’ slions
Where landward breezes blow.
And like the li tie Prince of Spain,
Who lived so long ago.
We have our arrows ready
But we cannot bend the bow.
—S. W. Foss in Yankee Blade.
■ v DRAWING LOTS.
It was a still, bright 6unset in late
Octob r. Last night's frost had uu-
seule.l the chestnut burrs on Yellow
Mountain and shaken theglossy brown
treasures out among the fallen leaves
and mosses. The tall dahlias by the
garden fence-'hung their blackened
heads, as if some unseen lire had
passed over them, pud a locust was
winding his shrill horn among the
hop-poles at the back door. ‘
Old Mrs. Crisp, from iicr cushioned
arm-chair, watched the yellow light
fade slowly away from the western
hill-tops. ’
She was a little old woman, her face
printed over with tine wrinkl.s, her
eyes shining like black coals under
their shaggy gray brows, and she
wore a black calico gown patterned
in an odd, sickle-shaped design of
white, with a niusUn. half-handker¬
chief pinned around her neck, and as
she looked this way and that, in a fee¬
ble, petulant sort of way, a deep sigh
pumped itself up from her inner con¬
sciousness.
“Oil, deair, dear,” said Mr'. Crisp,
talking aloud to herself, as was her
way during tliese not infrequent pe¬
riod-of loneliness, “everything’^ every
which way! There’s'the cows lowing
at the bars to be milked, and nobody
to let ’em in, and the pigs a-squealin’
for their supper like all possessed, and
the turkeys flappin’ up into the apple,
tree boughs to roost, Inst id o’ goin’
into the poultry-house, as they should,
and the kettle not on, and me here
helpless, a poor, good-for-iiothin’ cree-
tur! What lias become of Lofty ” !” fV-V
' 'n
-v . Crisp,” spoke
“Nothing at all, Airs.
up a sweet, distinct young voice, and
a girl of seventeen or thereabouts came
briskly into the room. “I’ll look after
the cows and the turkeys and the pigs,
and the teakettle. Dorr't you fret
yourself.”
“Pcan't noways help it,” said Airs.
Crisp, “You ,ain’t nothin’ but a
feather-headed child, Lotty. Ansel,.and
I’m a fool to have you iti the house'.
Hurry up with the cows now. I’d be
ashamed to have Deacon Brand «o by
and sec ’em not milked this time of
Hie evening. And if the turkeys once
get on the top brainh of the tree, no
power alive will git’em down ag'in.”
But Lotty took her time about it—
untying her sun bonnet strings and
SRloo tiling out her masses of wavy,
black hair, before she went to work,
“There is no l.urrv ■’ Airs. Crisp,” ’
feai(1 ghe
The old woman watched her with
exasperated , countenance* ,
an
“Lot,V Ansel,"’ tali she, -IM like lo
shake von’”
Louie iuuglicd a. ,be look np the
tea- . „ Ketti..
( ‘ Oh. but you can’t,” said she. “I
milk-pail? Oh. I remember—I left it
in the sunshine, out on the bench.”
“I’m sure 1 du.ii.o why I have you
here at all,” sighed Mrs. Crisp, net-
vo ”»j;r flo ’'Be.
1 know, said saucy L ty.
cause you can get any one else fo
the wages you re willing to give, with
all the scoldings thrown m. Bess:e
Barclay tried it, and made a dead
failure of it: and Susan Harrison
would’t stay a week. 1 dorl’t know,”
Lotty added, vcfiectivelv, ' “that 1 shall
stay very ioiig ”
“Oh, Lotty,” cried Airs. Crisp, “you
wouldn’t leave me here alone? ’
Lotty paused on the threshold and
turned her bright face toward the old
woman.
“No,” said she, “I wont, Airs.
Ci*p. Ytffimuwcror* apd very
M3 m Ph * U Ph m
exacting, and I got dreadfully out it
patience with you sometimes; but I
like you after all, and I won’t leave
you just yet.”
And she took her way, with light
footsteps, toward the cow-yard.
“Provoking little creature!” said
Mrs. Crisp. “But 1 don’t know’s 1
could do belter. She’s dreadful indo-
p mleut to ray face, blit that’s better'll
talking behind my back, 1 won-
der—”
And she sat in deep meditation until
Lotty returned, a foaming milk-pail
in either hand.
“I really think,” she broke out at
last, “that it would be a good idee for
Alexander to get married.”
“So do I,” laid Lotty, front the
hack room, where she was straining
the milk into a row of glittering pans.
“I don't know,” sharply retorted
Mrs. Crisp, “that it’s any of your busi¬
ness, miss!”
“Oh, yes, it is,” said Dotty. “It’s
everybody’s business why Aleck Crisp
don’t, get married. There isn’t a soul
in the village but is talking about it.”
“What do they say?” questioned
Mrs. Crisp.
“They say you won’t let him."
Mrs. Crisp moved uneasily in her
chair,
“I was sort o' set agin it,” owned
she. “But I ain’t any. longer. Let
me see—there's iluldaii Crump—”
“She's too old,” interposed Lotty,
who was now scalding out the milk
pails.
“Hold your tongue!” said Mrs.
Crisp?, sharply. “And there's Peninah
Foster—”
“Aleck Crisp would never marry a
girl with a nose all oa one side, like
Peninah!” cried Lotly,wholmd drawn
out the round table and was covering
it with a clover-patterned cloth for
tea. >
She was light in her movements
and swift, like a humming-bird.
“Halite Van Voirst,” Mrs. Crisp
counted up on her lingers, “and Lucy
Barrow —”
“They'd any one of ’em marry your
Aleck,” said Lotty searching in the
cupboard for the spoons, “if they had
tho chance. ’
- .
“I hate to give him up to a stran¬
ger,” sighed Mrs. Crisp, “but if 1’in
to be helpless like this, something
must be done.”
“Oh!” said Lotty, with a toss of her
head. “So anyone that marries
Aleck has got to marry you, too! Hal- j
lie Vail Vorst never would stand that, j
Mrs. Crisp, and iiul lairCrump lias a
nice stiff temper of her own too!” |
“Lottie Ansel, I do wish—”
“Look here, Airs. Crisp,” said Lot- |
tic advancing with the bread-board in
one hand and the sharp knife in an-'
other, “I’ll tell you what. When !
Aleck’s wife makes it too hot to hold
you here, you come and live with me.
“I’ll lake care of you if you do scold
me sometimes.”
“This ain't a jestin’ subject, Lotly,”
said the old woman, severely. “Iln!-
dali Peninah, Hallie Van Vorst and
Lucy Barrow—”
“Squire Haddon’s Victorine is !
rather spoony on your son Aleck,”
suggested Lotty.
“I don’t, know what i spooney j
means,” said Airs. Crisp, coldly.
“Victorine Iladdon and Frances Jane ;
Dodd—all of’em smart, stirrin’ gals, j
1 don’t know which I like best of the j
,, mischievous J j
“Draw lots,” suggested '
Lotty. “Here’s Aleck's old hat.
AVait a minute till I write the names
oil slips of paper. Let Aleck draw
for himself. That will settle it.
“Nonsense!” said Airs. Crisp.
“Though I don't know why that ain t
as sensible away as any, artei all.
Give me the pencil, Lotty, and a book
to write on. I’ll write the names my-
self. You’ll be up to some of your
UJCKS .
* —
“No. I won't;” said Loltlc. -lion.
or bright!”
But Mrs, Crisp persisted i„ ejlting
the names in her own cramped.old
.
‘
S.......... h gl)C ]md
“what Aleck will sa> .
Alexander Crisp came in to tea a
skinned littie late. fe He l , was h a UjL P>
^
gran e , d Hc ponie d a Lstnu.s pocket hand-
»«'clue ta c into
-
his £ ,
* V'if. L undor the !, old
tree b) the-bats, - d hc / Wc ’ll
,
them, inotnci, • ’
here’s a bunch of goceu-io o ,
«-** l " > ” °“ j
olfi - 1
, something . oo,
“We’vo got or you,
My. Atoander, » ’
“l° tt are 10 “ y g au d
^aw.”
“Draw what, ..aid A Alexander net- , lu
hiSfelwway. j
CARNES VILLE, GA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 13. 1890.
“A wife,” said Lotly. '^Where's
tlic bat, Mrs. Crisp?”
Alexander listened to his mother's
plan in perfect, silence.- lie looked
from Mrs. Crisp to Lotty mid back
again.
“YVhoso idea was it?” said lie at
length.
“Lotty’s,” yiid Mrs. Crisp.
•■So she wants me lo get married?’
‘■Of course I do,” said Lotty.
“She’s tired of the place, I' sup¬
pose?” ’
“I don’t mind,” said Lotty, biting
her lip.
\ “Well, mother,” said Alexander,
slowly, “I’ve always-done as you said
through life, i won’t go hack on you
now. As you say, it ain’t easy to
choose among so many, and perhaps
it's just as well to trust to luck and
chance. Here goes, then!”
“Mind,” cried Lotty, ‘‘you’re to
shut your eyes!”
With leisurely movement, Alexan.
der put his hand down into the crown
of the old straw hat which Mrs. Crisp
held in her lap, and drew out a slip of
paper.
“Who is it, Aleck?” cried Mrs.
Crisp, her old face all a-quiver with
nervous excitement.
“Vick 1 bullion, I’ll bet a cookey!’’
said Lotty, running to peep over
Aleck’s shoulder.
“No, it’s l’cii'inah Foster!” said Mrs.
Crisp. “I somehow feel it in my
bones that it’s Peninah!”
Aleck, leaning toward the lamp,
held up his slip of paper, and read
aloud the words:
“Charlotte Ansel!” ;
Mrs. Crisp gave a little shriek.
Lotty Ansel, standing there in the ful*
glare of the light, turned a deep scar¬
let, and then ran out of the room. ''
“Come back, Lotty!” cried Mrs.
Crisp.
“Lottv!” called Alexander, in . Oie
deep accent of a command.
But Lotty did not come back.
It was almost ten o’dofck. -All the
lights but one were -out in tho one-
storied wooden cabin where the Ansel
family lived, close to the mill.
“Don’t let him come in, mother,”
sobbed Lotty, “That’s his knock, I
know it is. If you do, I’ll go and
drown myself in the mill-danr!”
“Don’t be silly, child,” said Mrs.
Ansel, a stout, motherly soul, with her
gray locks twisted into a tight knot at
the back of her head, and dark, laugh-
ing eyes, like Lotty’s own. You’ve
got to see him some time or other—
why not now?”
And she opened (lie door, in spite of
Lotty’s protestations, to Alexander
Crisp,
The girl was crouched in a corner,
with 1 crimson cheeks and half-averted
eyes, as lie came ini
“Lotty, 1 ' said bo,-“why-did you run
away from me?” • s*;*
“Did you think I was going to
stay?” , , ..
“It was your own idea,” said Alex¬
ander, calmly.
“But I didn’t put my name in. I
never dreamed of, such ., a , tiling—
never!” protested the girl,
“I've drawn you by lot, Lotty.”
“It wfis, only .Jn joke;” she per-
sistod.
“It may have been a joke to start
with,; raid Alexander: “but its got
.past the joking point now. I’m in
serious .earnest,,pud J mean what I
say. Aly mother 19 all.alone. ...She
musVnot be left so. For her sake,
Lotty, come back.”
“I won’t !” flashed out Lotty.
“Fyr piinc then, Lotty? Dear little
Lotty!-AYHi.cn I telLycu^jiiat life .with¬
out you won’t bo worth a farthing/ ’
And the next mov¬ she was cla
ed in Aleck’s arms.
“But how came my e among tho
sPps of paper ?’”said> Lotty, when she
was once more in the kitchen at the
Crisp house. “ Who put- it there?”
“I _ M." , r ^ In.p, a mljo
I liked you bettor .. any of the gals
thought M* «m. Vou ought-to have as good ! a
chancels 'them. You’re’a mischiev-
olw - l)iecc , always rankin’ fun of every-
n “ r;,-
» ou'
- Ansel. . . Y Aon aint amt vexed vexed with nh
Lotty . > X nic me,
saf(l Lt)ttv . uNo't nowI ,;v •
Afterward, when Alexander had
^ close - fo Are*: * , 0 Crisp-and ^ put her arms c ,pt
around the old lady’s withered peck,
«, Hc aaysj.e has loved me this long
time,” whispered she:. “Only ,.lie,
thoiwkt ” I was *. too-voung to care for,a
go m m dte as pd AeJlow like him.
Tf k di l And dear
‘.to‘TsrU, Crisp' of ait the mothers-
ifc ' ' ' '
L-t-'-t ^
AIexfnde ’
. came in, and
kindlytowird the pair.' '
..‘It wisn’t such 'a bad idea, ’ said he
drawing iota for'- a wife I”*- I
[MW) vi»Vh •
WAYS OF SMUGGLERS.
---
Many People Evade the Law
Despite Constant Care.
Utilizing a Dead Horse to
Smuggle Cigars.
In spite of (lie vigilance of customs
inspectors and tho almost perfect
working of the secret service, smug¬
gling is continually carried on and in
some degree, and for ingenuity in
ways (hat aro dark a id (ticks not al¬
ways vain the smuggler is an
adept. Steamers from South Amer¬
ica and tho W r est Indies and tramp
steamers bring in cigars, liquors, and
a great variety of iittfrelmndiso not on
the vessel’s manifest, which finally
gets on the market without paying
tribute to the government, and prob¬
ably never a great transatlantic liner
arrived at this port that did not bring
some goods which .were smuggled
through.
The ingenuity <>f the smuggler is
great. Som> years n o, wlipu (he
Barge Office was used as a landing
place for cabin passengers, a Custom
House officer one day stepped up to a
respectable - appearing, well - dressed
woifian who, with her husband
was standing waiting to have tier lug¬
gage examined, and requested her
presence in the searching room. She
carried a small travelling, bag . jp her
hand, and lie made her bring that
along, too. >S!ie was, of course, in¬
dignant and her husband uttered all
sorts of threats against the officer for
what he denounced' as “this outrage.’)
IJut the officer calmly opened the
bag and took therefrom a soap box
and from the soap box a cake of soap.
The cake of soap had been used and
looked like any other innocent piece’
of .toilet soap. But when the officer
cut it in two with his kuife a.nest of
sparkling diamonds of great beauty
and value aVas disclosed ill its interior.
How the customs ollieers know that
woman, that (rave ling bag and that
cake of soap is a mystery, bnt one no
doubt susceptible of an easy solution if
all the facts in the case were known.
The secret service lias its agents
everj'whero and the great trouble with
women smugglers is that they will
talk, especially when they have hit
upon some particularly ingenious plan
for smuggling. Sometimes portly
women will enter the seizure room, to
emerge therefrom greatly ...emaciated,
but leaving behind largo quantities of
valuable lace.
The smokestacks of steamers, from
the West Indies have been known on
several occasions to yield up many
hundred dollars’ worth 'of cigars. In
fact , the smokestack’is a favorite place
for hiding smuggled goods. This sort
of smuggling is done by the crow who
work under the double disadvantage
as a rule of having to evade the watch¬
ful eyes of both the ofildfirs of the
steamer nnd the customs officers.
Once a dead horse was carried by the
tide on to the bead} at Coney Island.
AVhen people went to remove the
carcass they found that the intestines
had been removed and the interior of
the dead animal' 'filled with' Havana
cigars. The carcass and its cargo bad
probably been thrown overboard from
some steamer and the confederates
who Were to have totted the argosy
ashore at some secluded place had
missed connection. Throwing things
overboard when the vessel arrives at
night jo be.pioked up by a boat from
shore is a common practice.
Sometimes a swift sailing vessel is
used which, approaching the coast,
lays off and on until night, and then
putting in to some obscure harbor
lands a portion of its cargo and sails
away to some nearby port to enter and
discharge the goods’o'n its manifest.
The yacht Halcyon, recently wrecked
on the Japanese coast, was at one time'
a celebrated smuggler on the Pacific
Coast. Once a schooner camo sailing
up NiU'fagansett Bay an([at night put
into.a little harbor on the Warwick
shore where she unloaded a large ear-
go. The goods were stored in the barn
of a farmer nearby. A dray load of
foreign goods coming into 1'fovidenoe
from Warwick excited the Suspicions
of s’drirebody, and arrests and seizures
followed, — [New York Tribune.
A Barrier Between Them.
A little British expedkiua. recently
steamed far up the Benue branch of
lhe ^ r,n ' Kiver i " «* *«w.U «*«»»
launch and finally entered a inhuyiry .
of the Benue and explored a region
which uo white man has ever visited
about their j'oh. ucy was tho curious ■
espclrfcnc* Urey bad with the '
stives. .They had been passing for !
a -good wbsie llirotign a reg.o;: Quit was .
inhabited by Moslem blacks, fruits I
of tho ttUUer SCVtjrq v«it foods of con- j
A “ b ta
Tho country was very fertile, and
the people were numerous; but all of
a sudden, though tho country still wore
its usual aspect, and (lie soil was ap¬
parently rich, population entirely
ceased. For a streloh of over twenty
miles not a hut was to bo seen, nor
was a single sign of human life any¬
where observed. The expedition won¬
dered at this remarkable state of affairs,
for the country was certainly inviting,
and t hey could not imagine why it had
no inhabitants.
All at once, however, as they round¬
ed a bend in the river, they saw big
Crowds of natives funning down tho
slopes of tho hills to tho bank. They
brandished their spears at the white
men on the little boat, and told them
lo go back for they wanted no Moslem
in their country. There was an inter¬
preter on the vessel who succeeded in
convincing the natives that the visitors
were not Moslems, and thereupon the
people became quite friendly. Then
the reason for this curious lack of
population was ascertained.
W hen the tribes who had been con¬
verted to Islam found that the natives
near them were just as strong as I hoy
were, the spread of their religion in
that direction abrnbtly ceased, but
these heathen people and the Moslem
converts negr them could not live at
peace with one another. It was finally
decided that, as tlioy could not bo good
.neighbors, a stretch of country should
he placed between them where no one
should live, and in that way they ex¬
pected to get along with less blood¬
shed. ■ So all the people who inhabited
tliis fertile region, about twenty miles
wide, packed up their little belongings
nnd moved away',’and this stretch of
country thus came to be without a
single inhabitant. Today it is a No
Man’s Land, and the only reason is
that tho people who are neighbors
there cannot live on friendly terms,
and, having tired of fighting, have put
this barrier between them. — [New
York Sun.
Another Guess at the Queen’s Kamo.
A correspondent who seems to know
wliat lie is talking about writes lo the
London Times protesting against tho
vulgar error of supposing that the
family name of the present reigning
dynasty in Great Britain is Guelph.
If the royal family can be said to have
n family name that name is d’Effe, not
Guelph. Tho last Guelph of the male
line was Guelph lib, Du.kq of Carin-
thia. lie died without issue and-left
the representation of his family to
his only sister, Cunoguiida, who, in
1040, wedded 'Azo d’Este,, Marquis of
Este. From this marriage, in direct
male line, descended all the members
of tho royal and ducal families of
Hanover and Brunswi k, whose correct
family name, therefore, is d’Este.
That this is the case is evident from
the fact that the children of the late
Augustus Frederick (Duke of Sussex)
whose marriage with Lady Augusta
Murray was invalidated by the royal
marriage act of 1772, assumed the sur¬
name of d’Este, not Guelph.
There are very many, however,
who maintain that when she wedded
with the German prince consort Vic¬
toria forfeited her maido'Yi family
name (whatever it was), and that al*
her children slronld be regarded as
members of the family whose name
their father bore, this being the-onstorn
News. and law of .Christendom.—[Chicago
V
Singular Faculty of a Lunatic.
A patient formerly confined in the
Hospital for the Insane in this city
seemed fond of reading, and in taking
up a newspaper it was.uotiped that he
would read without, hesitation whether
tiro paper was sidewise or bottom side
up. As a further test of his powers
one of (he attendants held a newspaper
spread out before' him, keeping it con¬
stantly turning around; still, with
wonderful 'case, the lunatic' continued
to read uninterruptedly. Tb test hi. 11
still further a reel was produced, and
tlir: paper spread out and attached to
the arms, flic wlrole being then placed
before (tie patient. No. matter iiow
rapidly tbe reel was turned, the won¬
derful creature would read article
after article aloud without seeming to
be disturbed in the least. YVe have
never heard whether Hie sjngujar phe¬
nomenon was continued, or even
whether the patient is still living or
not.— [Hartford (Ct.) Post,
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The Rose's Popularity,
The popularity of the-rose and its
sovereignty, as the most' fashionable
flower is of comparatively recent ovi-
r,evta,.p 1.70 .h. 6 , 0 ., ft*
icnjgWe flower of. the hall roomrwliidh
invariably graced bcatlty’s feouqdct,
was the camellia, and bouquets of
these flowers brought -Slo dt to $20 in
winters past, as bouquets foses do
now—[New Ydrk Press.
ZeZ -«r
FOR 1’IIE HOUSEWIFE.
110W TO 0 A It V K A LK.O OS’ MUTTON.
When you tiro sure (lie leg is from
a sheep of good breed and (hat it ii
really tendei, lake hold of it by the
knuckle with (ho left hand and the*
cut the slices perpendicular from the
joiut to the bone of the lilet; then re¬
move the muscle of the knuckle; next
turn the leg over mid slice off (ho back
portion. For this essentially primitive
way of carving gourmets substitute
carving by curvilinear slices, which
renders (ho pieces move succulent. It
must bo remembered that neither of
these ways should ho resorted (o ex¬
cept when the meal is of the best qual¬
ity and of great tenderness.
In other cases, the better way to
proceed is to- cut hor./.onlally instead
of perpendicularly, that is, cut oil' the
slices parallel with tho bone, The
slices should be cut very thin, and
when a sufficient number have been
sliced off, plunge the fork into what
remains of the leg several times and
let tho gravy run over them, A few
drops of lemon juice and a little pep¬
per and salt added will improve the
flavor amazingly.—[Boston llerald.
t'AKK <>>■' MAT1TMJ.
Ill swooping the pretty and economi¬
cal straw matting that is growing to
be very popular with housekeepers
during warm, weather, do not use a
broom, for it will tear the strands in
a short time, A long ban lied bristle
brush, such as is used for oilcloth, is
tho nicest and will remove the dus!
best, for the soft bristles can go into
crevices (hat a broom would miss. Al¬
ways, when possible, brush i lie length¬
wise of the grain am) tho strands, of
straw will not wear an I break as
quickly as though brushed across.
Some persons clean matting by
sprinkling brail or course Indian meal
over it; t lieu with a long handled mop,
with cloth wiung out of clean, warm
water rubbing the grain well over the
carpet, then leaving it until dry, when
the grain is brushed oft'. This is
claimed to be a thorough way of clean¬
ing matting, but it is usual to simply
wipe it off with a damp cloth, wrung
out of salt and water, not wetting the
matting much. For winter use, if a
heavy layer of carpet lining is put un¬
der it, matting is a comfortable floor
covering.
WitH pretty rugs scattered over it
tlie room has a pleasant, home-like ap¬
pearance that is very attractive. It is
cheap, and if cans is taken when, put¬
ting it down that little cleavers, made
especially for the purpose, are used in¬
stead of the ordinary carpet tucks, it
can be pasjly taken up at any time
when cleaning house, cleaned and put
down.—[Carpet Trade Review.
HUC1PKS.
1 farmstead Soup—One quart of rich
stock.-- Put into a frying-pan a piece
of butter as large as a hickory nut,
and a half onion. Fry to a light brown
and put into your stock with a table-:
spoonful of cold mashed, potatoes.
Salt and popper .to taste. When the
soup is boiling add a half ..cupful of
Italian paste or serve with croutons.
Chicken Patties—Chicken patties
are rjjade by picking the meat from
cold chicken and cutting" in small
pieces. Put it in a saucepan with a
little water or milk, butter, pepper
and salt; thicken with a little flour and
the yolk of an egg; line some patty
pans with nice but not very rich crust;
rub tlieuf over with the white of the
egg and bake. When done fill-with
tke chicken and serve hot.
AlincCd Bee steak on Toast—A fa¬
vorite and without doubt tbe best way
to use cold beefsteak is to mince it
finely, and put it to stewing for fif¬
teen miiiu'.cs, with quite a little water.
Add to the gravy a good sized lurnpof
butter, a small onion and a small tea¬
spoonful of catsup, and serve it smok¬
ing hot on nicely browned toast.
Lamb, mutton, veal, game or fowls
may be used in the same way.
Hale Balls—-Put a teacup of sweet
milk on to boil, add half a teacup of
stale bread crumbs, and stir over the
tire until thick; add half a pint of
lean ham, finely chopped with a little
parsley, cayenne and il>3 beaten yolk
of,an egg; mix well and turn out to
cool. When cold form into balls;
roll first in egg and then in grated
bread crumbs and let stand fifteen
minutes. Then fry brown, in boiling
lard. Garnish with parsley.
Canning Pears--Ati excellent recipe
for canning pears is to use sufficient
wa cr to cook the pears safely and
sweeten to-lasle, making rather a rich
lirnp; tiicn pack the pears closely in
hot'jati and fill up witli • tire' scalding
ilrupu.■ To; pi'Cyeut dilCUoiatio^u in
pyefiiriugthft.fiu.it. drop «ench pear
when peeled into a,pan of cold water,
then put them carefully into the boil¬
ing sir.up end cook until they can be
pierced easily with a silver fork.
NO. 49.
A Leaf’s Urea in.
All summer when the world was green,
And sunshine robed the sky,
1 watched with fluttering heart tho birds.
And longed and prayed to fly.
When autumn came we nil were gay
With gold and red and brown;
Jlird-like I tipped the mountain top.
I flew both up and down.
I've been a leal', and like a bird
I've learned to rise and fly.
We fluttered to the river’s breast,
And dreaming there lay I.
And alt my dream is full of life,
My soul by blight wings stirred,
That make a path through pathless air,
To.find its mate—a bird.
— [Lillie It. Morgan in the Independent.
III’MOtU) US.
A vino In real ostutc—Mountains.
National ties—Government bonds.
Where rumor is afloat gossip finds
smooth sailing.
As trade grows dull competition
will begin to sharpen.
When a railroad cuts rates, it doesn't
cut with intent to kill.
Before,the Dentist's Door—“It I
were only sure that the doctor was
oul, 1 would ring (ho bell.”
“And you love him still?” “In¬
deed I do! When ho talks, I hardly
know whether I love him or not.”
“I know how to pronounce Mpwap*
wa.” “Do you? How?” “Well, I
prefer not to try it now, but wait till
you bear Jimpsoiffs baby say papa.”
Dr. A. to Dr. B.—“Nice trh k you
have played me during my vaca'ion.
Here 1 turned over to you a lot of pa¬
tients 1 have had, .for -years, and you
have cured them all up in a month.”.
A father of three sons and (ivo
daughters was asked what family ho
had. The answer was: “1 have throe
sons, and they liavo each five sisters.”
“Mercy 1” replied the interrogator,
“such a family!”
“Boh, can you. tell me why I ani like
the moon when it is twenty-throe
days old?” Bob couldn’t tell and the
questioner explained: “Because I’ve
passed my last quarter.” A small loan
was advanced immediately.
Miss Fonrstairs—Why Mr. SnnfHo-
bit, what horrid racing colors you
have. Why did you choose a skull as
your emblem? Mr. Snafflebit—Aw—
because a skull always—aw—comes in
a-bead, don’t you know.
Author—“Mr. Director, may I ask
ns to what the committee thinks of
my drama? It is perhaps accepted.”
“The three members of tho reading
committee-wero of the opinion that
one of tiro three acts ought to, be
struck out, but each wanted to cut out
a different one,”
Buttermilk as a Curat ire Agent.'
That old domestic remedy, butter¬
milk, should not bo paste l over for
more modern prescriptions. A young
lady patient of the writer’s wa9 suffer¬
ing from a severe consumptive cough.
None of the usual anti-spasmodics, ex¬
pectorants, etc., seemed to do any
good, simply because her stomach was
too weak to hear enough medicine to
effect the purpose. Finally, I suggest¬
ed to her mother the use of hot butter¬
milk. It was adopted at once. Her
first night’s experience was one-' of
comparative freedom from cough and
pain, and a pleasant slumber for
several hours. Il was continued for
a long lime, with an unvarying relief
of all her previous distressing symp¬
toms, and an almost perfect freedom
from cough for several hours after
each draught of the hot buttermilk.
Lingering at one time for weeks
from an attack of congestive fever,
dosed with calomel and quinine • al¬
most beyond endurance, the. winter
began to desire buttermilk' to drink.
The physician didn’t “believe in hu¬
moring die whims of patients,” as he
expressed it; besides, ho contended
that a single drink of the obnoxious
fluid might produce death, as 'acids
and calomel were incompatible dwell-
ers in the same stomach. But I was a
good persuader,- and 01 y mother was a
susceptible subject. The buttermilk.
“fresh from tbe churn,” was procured
ami drank. No eyit resulted; instead,
carric a perspiration and speedy rccov-
cry. T’hcre aro people, however, who
cannot use buttermilk at all.— [Farm
and Friend.
/
Emperor mid Gripple.
A statue recently set' up at Kaiser-
skutern, Germany, in ■uiemoi-.y of-Jthe
late Emperor Frederick", has : a pretty
history. Years ago Fred rick. • theji
Crown Prince, visited..the CljildreH’s
Hospital there, and in his kindly _\yay
went about talking .to t the li.tfle ones,
Among them was a cripple whose
name the Prince asked, and when tile
lad sb'riy Said “Frederick,'” tlje Pi'iuta?
took : liis little naniesako in' Tils artBS
caressingly. The incident -is repro¬
duced in the &tatuo, which stands in
the hospital yard, close by the spot
where jt-occurred. .