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OFFICIAL ORGAN
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FRANKLIN county.
VOL. II. NO. 47.
The Greatness.
- i count Hint man, who striving well,
Wins not by fate nor chance;
Greater than lie who set n hell
Of swords arounff fair France.
J count that man, who losing all
plucks heart to win again,
Great ef than Closer who, in Caul,
Did slay a million men.
I count that man, who living right
Scorns every shade of wrong,
Greater than he, who wins a light,
Or gains a name in song.
—[Joseph D. Miller, in Godey's.
THE BIG BED APPLES,
iiv mans' forrest graves. •
It wanted only an hour of sundown
—the crisp yellow sundown of Octo¬
ber, when (he roads are carpeted with
iod leaves, and tho chestnuts arc
dropping stealthily in the woodland
liauuts. Lois Tafton looked uneasily
toward the sky.
“Do make haste, Tim,” she said to
the hired man, or we shan’t get
through tonight. And f can’t spare
another afternoon, and father wants
the oxen tomorrow and the day after.”
“Nine" barrels o’ Big Reds,” said
Timothy Forking, who felt himself in
all respects equal to ids employer’s
daughter, atul to every other young
woman in the slate so far as that
went. it Well, 1 don’t call this ’ere
such a bad job. And every one as
smooth as satin and sound as a nut.
Them ought to bring four dollars a
1 arrel, bein’ table apples is so scarce
this year.”
“Four dollars a barrel! Niue times
four is thirty-six,” enumerated Lois,
pausing with botli hands full of rosy
apples. “Oil, Tim, if I thought I
could make thirty dollars out of my
apple tree—”
“To buy a weddin’ gowtid, cli?”
chuckled Tim, licisting a barrel on the
rear end of the ox cart.
' Lois frowned But, after all, if the
whole village was gossiping about
Ellis Hariaud’s very evident attentions
to her, how could sho expect Tim Per¬
kins to restrain liis free American
tongue?
Just then there was a rustic in tho
yellowing woods on (lie other side of
the stono Avail; a light figure in a
faded seersucker gown scrambled
over the mossy bars, and
alighted with a jump in the midst of
the apple barrels.
“Oh, wliat a splendid load of
apples!” cried Lotty, the schoolgirl of
the family. “And only three barrels
of horrid, gnarly, little cider stubs on
the Newton pippin tree that father
gave me. I never would have chosen
it for mine if I’d expected it was go-
ing to flat out so. Sav, Lois, give mo
half your crop, won’t you? I’d do as
much for you. Do Lois!”
“[ can't, child” Lois answered ab¬
sently. 1 need them all myself.”
“Well, a quarter then,” pleaded
Lotty, pushing her wild hair out of
her big, sca-bltta eyes. “Say, you
might let me have that much, Lois!"
“No, Lotty, I can’t. Take care
Tim, that barrel isn’t far enough on.
Don’t you see llio load don’t balance?
No, 1 say Lotty! Don’t tease.”
“I guess I’ve loaded up bar’ls of
apples afore you was born,” sulkily
commented Tim.
“You’ro a mean, stingy thing, and
I hate you!” sputtered Lucy, stamp¬
ing her small, ill-shod foot among the
autumn leaves, and shaking her fist at
the impassive back of Lois’ iicad.
“And I’ll bo even with you yet, see if
I’m not. Oh, you’ll be sorry you wore
bo par—parsimonious!”
And she flounced away like a wrath¬
ful wood-nymph into the golden
brightness of the high-road.
“Oh, Miss Ferrand, I beg your par¬
don! I didn’t know you were there.
Did I quite knock you over?”
Lotty stood overwhelmed with
shame and compunction. In her self-
absorbed velocity site had nearly run
down Cara Ferrand, the pretty young
school-mistress, who was leisurely
strolling along the road under the red-
leafed raiu of tho rustling maple
trees.
Miss Ferrand laughed. Lotty was
rather a favorite of hers, in spite of
her freaks and caprices.
“Oh, no!” said she, straightening
the. coquettish little sailor hat that sho
wore. “You are not quite such a levi¬
athan as you think. But if I were
you, I wouldn’t rush through tho
woods like a Yace-liorse until I was
sure there was no one coming in Ihe
opposite direction. But look at that
lovely western sky! Oh, if I only
could paint it! And I’ve got my
water colors in a box hero in my sat¬
chel, only the tree boughs fall so low
and that zigzag fence shuts off the
prettiest part of (lie horizon!”
■' “There’s the old deserted mill,”
gasped Lotty, with a sudden oblique
light flashing across her gray-blue
pyes, “only a few hundred rod# down
THE ENTERPRISE. r
the road! Up in (lie second story you
could got a lovoly view.”
“So 1 could!” cried Miss Forrand.
“Why didn’t I think of it before? Is
that Lois gathering apples? Oh, Lois
won’t you come down to the old mill
with mo beforo this lovely liquid gold
fades out of the sky?”
Lois inclined her head rather stiffly.
“Good-evening, Miss Ferrand!” said
site. “I’m very sorry, but l don’t
care for sunset effects, and I must 6ce
after my apples.”
l i •Troubled with many things! > ))
lightly quoted Cara Ferran.l. “Well,
perhaps you arc right.”
Lois-compressed her red lips.
“I can’t bear that girl with her
.•esthetic fancies and her airs of supe¬
riority!” thought she.” 1 suppose she
sets me down in her books as an out¬
er-barbarian because.I prefer attend¬
ing to iny business rather than to run
after tine sunsets.”
In tho meanwhile Lolly, cut ling
down into an angle of the very picket
fence which had offended Miss l’ei-
rand’s artist eye, was secretly drawing
a folded note from her pocket and
scanning its contents.
“It’s rattier mean to read a letter
'intended for her,” gleefully pondered
tliis young savage,” but she needn’t
have snubbed me so about the Big
Reds; and I’d like to know what El
Harlaud has got to say to her, any¬
how.”
••My Own Dearest (“Tchic! tchic!”
with a clicking of her tongue against the
roof of her mouth. “I didn't know things
had got so far as that”)—“I behaved like a
brute last night”—(“Oh, did you, indeed?”)
—“and I’m heartily sorry for what I said.”
(“I wonder what it could have been?”)
Will you, like an angel, forgive me? and
meet me at sunset at the old mill, and we’ll
talk it over?
“Ever yours, repentantly, E. II.”
“Oh,” said Lotty, spreading (he
hurriedly, scrawled note on her knee,
while Her beryl eves glittered diaboli¬
cally—“at the old mill, at sunset!”
“She stretched her nock to get a
glimpse of her sister’s blue gown, as
it moved to and fro among tho piles of
rosy apples on the orchard slope, and
then refolded the note and dropped it
into her pocket.
“No, no, Princess Elder-Sister,
you’ve deserved your fate! And I
couldn’t call Miss Ferrand back if 1
would, and I wouldn’t if I could. And
you may stay and look after your ap¬
ples to your heart’s content, and much
good may they do you!”
But Lotty Tafton had not the pleas¬
ure of seeing just what effects wore
produced by her neglect to deliver the
billet-doux with which Ellis Harlaud
had entrusted her; for early the next
morning a cousin from Lake Chain-
plain swooped down on the farmhouse
and carried Lotty off to spend tho
winter with her own young daughter,
and tho February snow-drifts lay
white along the edges of the steel-
frozen lake when her brother Rolf, en
route for Montreal, whither lie was
carrying some choice mink-skins,
brought an instalment of home nows
with him.
“Lois lias been sick,” said lie, “real
sick!”
“Oh, Rolf!” Lolly’s conscience
roused up into tardy activity at this.
“Is she better now? Was it a fever?”
“The doctors cou!d not toll exactly
what it was. Oh, yes, she's better,
but she droops around the house sis if
there wasn’t any backbone to her.
Father, lie’s ’most a notion to scad her
to Uncle Nicholas, in Southern Cali-
forny, if she don’t chirk up a little.
And Cara Ferrand she’s engaged to
Doctor Bassett, and Polly Clask is
teaching the decstrick school. And
Ellis Harlaud he’s gone to Eureka City,
in Idaho. Started off real sudden,
the very week you wen', without even
cornin’ to bid us folks good-by.”
“Not even Lois?”
“No, not even Lois. I did s’pose
there was something between them
two, but Igness likely I was mistook.”
Lotty looked intently at his honest,
stolid countenance.
“Oh, what a fool you are!” she
pondered—“what fools all men are!”
And Lotty made up Lor mind she
would return with Rolf on his home¬
ward trip. Even Undines have souls
of some sort, and Lotty’s conscience
pricked her sorely. And all that af¬
ternoon she spent in penning a letter
to “E, Harlaud, Esq., Eureka City,
Idaho,” which she mailed herself with
an iiiclosure secured within its folds.
“And what a mercy it was,” she
told herself, “that I didn’t quite mus¬
ter enough courage t> burn that
Yyrctched scrap of paper!”
She went back, quite a subdued and
proper-behaved Lotty, and developed
an un isual capacity for waiting on pale
Lois and clinging around her until
the elder sister opened her eyes wide
and murmured softly:
“Why,you are a good little creature
after all, Lofty!”
And Lotty burst into tears and cried
Equal to all, to None.
CARNESVILLE, FRANKLIN CO.. GA. t FRIDAY, NOYFMRFR 27.1801.
“No, I’m not—I’m the Iiatcfulcst
thing alive!”
Aflcr that Lolly fell to watching
the front gate, and examined every
letter that canto from tho postotfleo
with feverish interest.
But it was not until tho footsteps of
spring left violet marks all over tho
vales that a tall, sunburned young
man strode up to the gato, with an
overcoat flung lightly across ids arm,
and asked for Miss Tafton.
“Yes,” Lolly cried, breathlessly,
crowding herself before tho maid-of-
all-work; “yes, Ellis, she is at home.
And oh, please say you don’t quite
want to murder me!”
Ellis Ilarland flxed his stern, dark
eyes on her.
“Not quite that,” said lie, “but I
think yon deserve almost anything
short of capital punishment.”
Lotty shrank back into the shadows,
wringing her lmiuls, just as tho sitting
room door opened amt Lois’ white,
frightened face peeped out.
'•But it will bo all right,” she wills-
pored. “Oh, if it wasn’t all right at
last I should truly feel like a murder¬
ess!”
It did “come all right.” When the
evening lamp was lighted and tho cur.
tains were drawn, Ellis Ilarland sat
among them all, tho accepted son-in-
law of the household.
“But you can’t imagine Lois, dar¬
ling, what an ice-bath seemed to chill
me,” said lie, “that evening when
Cara Ferrand walked in upon me at
(lie old mill, and innocently told mo
she had entreated—and in vain—for
you to come, too. What was I to be¬
lieve? What was I to think? Oil, my
darling, you don’t know what a mis¬
erable wretch I was then, any more
than you can fancy what a happy fel¬
low I am now.”
Lois’ face was softly radiant.
“But here is poor little Lotty grov¬
eling at the door,” said she, “and she
can’t breathe easily until she knows
that she is forgiven for that little hit
of hatred, malice and all uncharitable*
ness.”
“Little bit!” echoed Ellis, biting His
lip. “Well, never mind, Lois. For
your sake, I'll fovgivc every crime on
the calendar. Come here and kiss us,
Miss Monkey. But mind you, never
do it again!”
Lotty devoutly promised that sho
never would; and when the Big Rod
apple tree was wreathed with pink
blossoms iii May, the wedding took
place, and Lois’ white surah silk dress
was purchased with the original thirty
dollars that the nice barrels of apples
had brought in.—[Saturday Night.
YVliy IViId Horses are Tough.
“Rest and fat arc the greatest ene¬
mies of the horse,” is a saying of the
Arabs, and if every horse owner
would embody its truth in his prac.
tioe, there would bo little need to
write anything further on this subject.
Its observance would be potent to im¬
prove the horse in health, strength,
virility, endurance atul longevity, and
by “holding up the glass to nature,"
correct the irrational treatment and
abnormal conditions under which he
is often reared, Not that the condi-
tions surrounding tho horse in a state
of nature should be wholly imitated,
for they do not all tend to his im¬
provement in the qualities adapted to
man’s use. But it is worthy of note
that tlic wild horse is tough, sound
and healthy, and making duo allow¬
ance for the influence of natural se¬
lection or the survival of t’ e fittest,
when it is observed that be is seldom
in a state of rest, that he lives uncon-
fined in the open air, upon natural
food, it may reasonably connect these
as causo and effect, and safely con-
eider exercise, pure air and simple diet
the fundamental conditions tipon
which to build up, by skill m breeding
and training, tlic highest and most
perfect equine type—[New York
Herald.
Ovcrliasty Feeding.
“It is a grave mistake,” said a doc.
tor, “to eat quickly, Those animals
intended by nature to feed hurriedly
have been provided, with gizzards, or
with the power of rumination. No
matter how good a man’s teeth may
be, if be bolts his food his stomach
must suffer thereby. When a person
swallows an imperfectly masticated
piece of animal food, the result is that
the food, instead of fulfilling the pur¬
poses of nutrition, acts, on the other
hand, as a source of irritation to the
stomach. Thus cillier tho physical con¬
dition runs down or additional food
is required to maintain the general
standard of health. Americans are
called ‘pie-eaters.’ Do you know why?
Because pie is someihing that may bo
eaten on the run, while the great
American enterprises may thus go un.
impeded by the loss of time. Over-
hasty feediug is tho bane of American
life, We are alt of us becoming
dyspeptics,”—fJCaw VoeV
MARY LEE’S STORY.
One Woman’s Heroic Defense
Against Indians.
She Died Came After a Five
Days’ Combat.
On the groat plains of Kansas, sev-
only miles duo north of Sheridan,there
is a lonely grave on tho crest of a
sterile mound. It may bo that no one
could find tho spot today, for the
storms of summer and winter wash
great laviiics in tho earth, and level
even the hill-tops after a time. But I
saw the grave twonly years ago, and
at its head stood a board on which was
painted:
• Here lies I
; Mauy Emma Lee,
; who was
killed by Indians
; on this spot after an heroic defense, :
; in July, 1807. I
As 200 cavalrymen grouped around
that lonely grave every man uiioov-
crotl his head in reverence for tho
dead, and tho story of that voting
woman's death has never been told
around a camp-lire in tho W est with¬
out making men's hearts ache.
This is the story: There were livo
or six families of emigrants journey¬
ing across tho lonely plains, when
they were beset by hostile Indians.
Mary Lee was a girl, only eighteen
years old, aiul had boon brought up
on the Iowa line. Tho family con-
sisted of father, mother, two sisters
and a brother, The attack was
made very suddenly, and Mary, who
was riding her own horse, was cut oft
from the band. When she realized
this, she turned and rode away and
was pursued by seven Indians. This
was at about 9 o’clock in tho morning.
Her horse carried her thirty-six miles
before lie became exhausted,and when
iio fell she made her way to tho crest
of tho mound and there scooped out a
shallow riflepit, piled stones up around
it and prepared to die lighting.
Tho Indians were three miles behind
her when her liovso gave out. She
had a Winchester rifle, which was
fully loaded, but no extra cartridges.
Her first shot killed an Indian and her
second crippled another for life. The
other five dared not charge her posi¬
tion. On the second day she killed
another Indian, and the other four
posted themselves in positions and
waited for hunger and thirst to con¬
quer her. On the third day they were
joined by twenty of their band, but
the girl was not attacked, On tliis
day an Indian, who was creeping up
to spy upon her, was shot through
the right lung, and the others conten¬
ted themselves by a drooping tiro at
long range to harass Her.
On the fourth day not a shot was
fired. The weather was terribly hot,
and the sun glared down on that
mound until Hie grass withered and
shrivelled and seemed about lo flame
up. On the fifth day, an hour after
noon, the girl shot herself through the
head, and was dead before any one
readied her. I afterwards talked
with ono of the warriors who was
there, and lie told me that she had
been almost roasted alive by that
fierce sun. She had neither food nor
drink, and was little better than a
skeleton. The Indians simply stood
about and looked down upon her. Sho
had a wealth of golden hair, but (Hey
did not scalp her. Stic had rings on
her lingers, but they left them there.
They did not even take her rifle nor
the saddle from her dead liorso.
“White squaw heap brave—fight
hard—no scalp!”
That was her eulogy. Two or three
years later her scattered bones were
collected and buried by a surveying
party, and to-day her dust mingles
with the sterile soil fifty miles from
the nearest dwelling of one of her
race. Bronzed and bearded Indian-
fighters, reckless and desperate cow¬
boys, stern faced and taciturn
pioneers have whispered the name of
Mary Lee around the evening camp¬
fire a thousand times since her death,
hut ever and always with gentle
tongue and a swelling of the heart.
She was not only a woman, but she
had died game. — [Now York World.
A Fox Farm.
On A. I). Howard’s farm in tlic
Hilly region of Meiioopany Township,
Pennsylvania, a rocky field is sur¬
rounded by a tight board fence, ten
feet high. The lot is the home of
numerous foxes, ami the bottom of
the fence rests on solid rock to pre¬
vent the sly red animals from running
away. The only entrance to the fleh!
is through a strong wooden doo'
fastened with a padlock. One day
last week Mr. Howard who is a thrift'
farmer and an enthusiastic sportsma
initiated a visitor into tho mysterii
of Hi# rocky fox farm. Three sle
hounds followed Mr. Howard to tko
bill fenco and played in tho adjoining
woods, while ho was showing his vis¬
itor through tho Held. There were
no signs of life inside llic fenco when
tliov entered. In tho center of tlie
held (hero was a succession of rocky
ledges, in which there wore many lit.
tie caves and crevices for the flock of
foxes to hide and breed is. Here and
there at the foot of the shelving rocks,
a long and narrow plank box, open
at one end, lay on tiio ground, “J
built tho fenco four years ago this
fall, said Mr. Howard,” “and (ho foxes
have been breeding in these rocks ever
since. Ono reason why 1 built (be
fence was because every fox that tho
hounds had pretty well tuckered out
within two miles of here dodged into
these ledges when he got tired of run¬
ning, and that put an end to tho clmso.
Tho other reason was because I
thought I could make the foxes breed
here, so that I could caieli one and
turn it loose whenever 1 wanted to
givo the hounds a chase. I geitoially
keep tho fox in a pen for a day before
1 turn him loose, and I givo him half
an hour the start of the hounds.
Whenever the dogs hole a fox, 1 and
the hoys dig him out and put him back
in the field unless the ground is frozen
hard.
Mr. Howard (lien took a box of raw
meat from a Hole in (lie ground, and
throw a part of it over the fence, II
was twelve minutes before a single
fox came out of tho rocks to devour it,
and in less than Ihroo minutes after
tho first ono had ventured forth, lif-
tcen or sixteen greedy red fellows
were tearing at the meat and lugging
it away to their dens in tho rocky
ridge.—[New York Tribune.
A Street Urchin's Repartee.
There is a very small boy who sells
newspapers, blacks boots and runs
errands for men who do business in
Wall and Broad streets. Ho is proba¬
bly twelve years old, but lie is so di¬
minutive that ho docs not look to be
over seven or eight. Keen-witted and
quick, lie is very popular with the
brokers, with one or two exceptions.
Ho lias a mischievous disposition
and a sharp tongue, and iiis special aver¬
sion is small men. He has made life a
burden to one undersized man, who
in a moment of irascibility under¬
took to kick tho little fellow awAy
from the office door, liver sinoo that
occurrence the boy lias addressed liis
assailant as “shorty tho kicker,”
much to the disgust of the person ad¬
dressed.
A few days ago the hoy played some
mischievous prank on the short broker,
which so irritated the latter that he
ran out of his office and fairly danced
up and down with rage 1 eforo his tor¬
mentor. “I wi.sli yon were big enough,”
shouted the angry man, “1 would
give you a good thrashing,”
“Ha, lift! shorty,” replied (he boy,
“if I was big enough you couldn’t
doit.”—[Now York Times.
A Tiilace Made of Coal.
The coal palace at Ottumwa,Iowa, is
an imposing structure, 280 feet in
length and 130 feet in width, with a
central tower 200 feet in height. The
castle is (wo stories in height, the first
twenty feet to tho ceiling, the second,
reaching to tho top of the structure,
varying from forty to sixty foot. Tho
main entrance is on Main street,
through the grand arches in the tower
in the front centre, whoso summit is
near the grand tower or dome, This
tower is thirty-six feet wide, and of
the same proportions as the one in (lie
western], facing tho sunken garden.
The roar or cast end is beautified
by twin semi-circular lurrcts,
which have their duplicates in
the west end, except that
they are >omowliat more elongated,
while a tower similar to the ono in-
eluding the main entrance symmetrizes
the palace on the opposite side. It is
in the latter tower or wing that tho
stage, 36 by 36, is located, with the
pretty cascade in the rear - , and this
commands the view of the main audi¬
torium and balconies, with its seating
capacity of from 4000 to 6000. On
cither side of the main room are tho
spaces above and below for tho ex¬
Dibits of the thirty counties which are
to interest themselves, this season.
• Below the coal palace is a miniature
coal mine. The delusion is complete
by taking the elevator in one of tlic
towers above. The shaft is darkened,
> on reach the mine, where busy
miners with lamps and picks act as
guides to the unexplored recesses of
the black cavern.
A Hard One on Papa.
Johnnie—Mamma, do elephants
now very much?
Mamma—A great deal, my dear.
Johnnie—po they know us much as
rpa?
Mamma—Well, I hope go,
< HIMMiKN’N COLUMN.
At,WAYS HO Till-; RIGHT,
Arc you tempted might to steal?
Hun away, boys;
Run away.
If you look upon the thing,
Thought may Into notion spring;
From the heart the evil fling—
Always run sway, hoys.
When inclined cross words to say,
Keep them In, boys;
Keep them in.
Words of kindness sneak instead;
Unkind words no sunshine shod—
They can only mischief spread;
Always keep them in, hoys.
When disposed to disobey,
Stop and think, hoys;
Stop and think.
Think of wlmt the Scriptures say-—
Honor to your parents pay;
Fro from their commands you stray,
Always Stop ami think, hoys.
Howsoo’er tho tempter pleads,
Do tlic right, boys;
Do the risrlit.
Would you conquer on the Held,
Grasp the Christ Inn’s sword and shield;
Never to the tempter yield -
Always do the right, boys.
—f Youth’s Banner.
V ISKItT, I.ITTI.K CREATE RE.
lVoplo are not always well informed
concerning the usefulness of tho toad.
If lie does not carry a jewel in ids
head he is quite as valuable as if ho
did, for he docs a work no gardener
can do in clearing a garden of insect
pests.
Many a gardener builds this little
gnome small dwellings of bits of
stone In the nooks of his flower bods,
and cherishes him as a valuable as¬
sistant, destroying larva?, worms and
(lies ns lie does with neatness and
dispatch.
A very remote cousin of tho garden
toad, commonly called the tree-toad,
is really a frog; he looks so much
like the o'd bark and lichens on tho
trees lie frequents that it is difficult to
discover him.
The song witli which he helps Ihe
cricket break Iho peace of summer
nights is apt to be a true prophecy of
min. — [Detroit Free Press.
NEBRASKA’S ADVENTURE WITH
Till', WOLVES.
Once Nebraska had been to visit at
their neighbor's and started for homo
when it was nearly dark: hut as it
was a moonlight night she did not
feel lonely and had just thought,
“What a lovely evening for a ride!"
when she heard pattering stops.
Looking around, she saw two wolves
stealthily following. SHo urged her
pony to his greatest speed, and tried
to think out what she should do, for
sho was by this (into only half-way
home, and seven miles from the
nearest house.
Sho kept perfectly still because she
knew that if s e screamed before she
was attacked, although it would scare
the animals away for a time, they
would return , and would soon get
used to the noise and not bo fright,
etied by it. Sho felt certain so few o£
them would not dare attack her, for
wolves arc very cowardly, but sho
also knew that (hoy would summon
the rest of the pack almost instantly.
Tho wolves were now in full pur¬
suit, and she, glancing back, saw
there were three. She was alarmed
indeed now, and as they were gaining
on her every minute, she knew some-
thing must bo done if she was to
reach home alive. Niio knew that the
wolves would not long Hesitate to sit-
tack her, for there was quite a large
pack of them gathering. Her pony,
two,- sniffed danger, and tho next iu-
blunt, before’she comprehended what
lie was going to do, lie had turned and
sprung right into the midst of tho
snarling pack, pawing and kicking
right and left.
JIc bad not forgotten his wild hab¬
its, nor how he had many times saved
himself from tho ferocious animals.
And now his bravery stood his mis¬
tress in good stead, for as His feet
came down on the wolves fierco yelps
showed that he was not dealing gen¬
tle taps. In a few seconds there were
four stretched dead on the ground,ami
the others liad fled.
The young rider had thought, at
soon as she knew what he was going
to do, that she was safe if she could
keep on His back, and this required all
her strength and skill. When tho
pack were gone she looked down at
the dead bodies, and shuddered as she
thought of her narrow escape. With
no injuries, and only a few anxious
minutes, she had secured four dead
wolves, worth more than fifty dollars.
She dismounted and slung them over
Pawnee’s back and (ben galloped
home.
No need of saying that her father
and mother were surprised to see her
come up to the door and exhibit
triumphantly four slain waives!
After his glorious exploit, tho pony
was more potted than before. Did lie
not deserve it?— fdt. Nicholuf,
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Duty.
How fondly for a good, Krmt cmis*
W e struggle, shoulder sot to shnuldnrt
Dow restlessly, when Our withdraws
Our weapons, loavos us no beholder,
Wo boar tho Inactive pause!
“I.nrd of the Eight," we cry, "we miss
Tho cheery comrades, tried and trusted;
Wo share the coward straggler's hiss;
We nosy not. swordless, armor rusted,
Partake the battle’s bliss!
“I’ostus,” we pray, ‘‘where wc may lead,-*
Not wait in sullen silence hidden;
(■ivo us to serve some pressing need;
t 'util, the enemy o'errldden,
Thou sliult be King indeed!”
Yet no ninn’s place is fixed by chance
Oil open field, In lonely thicket;
The is-nc of deliverance
May rest with that unnoticed picket
Who sees the too advance!
—[Walter L.Sawyer, in Youth’s Companion.
HUMOROUS.
Tho average woman likes to “No”
a mail awhile before slio marries him.
Wo tip our scales to learn out
weight, and tip a waitor to avoid a
wait.
“I have struck a tremendous blow!”
exclaimed the man who got caught in
a hurricane.
A turtle is very slow until ho is
made up into soup. Then we've no¬
ticed ho goes pretty fast.
Mol her (horrified) — What did you
lot that young Hnipkins kiss you for?
Daughter (meekly)—For only two
minutes mamma, and then 1 told him
to stop.
A seafaring life lends to develop
the belligerent tendencies. Not con¬
tent with the many spars they have on
board a ship, sailors are continually
boxing tho compass.
There may he corners in wheat, but
tliis won’t disturb tho serenity of tho
young mail who, with his best girl,
sits in tho Sunday twilight glow of
the parlor and imagines he lias a cor¬
ner on sugar.
Camp Cuisine.—Captain Bolton (in
his North Woods shanty)—Well, my
boy, how do you like this Shakespear¬
ean life “under the greenwood tree”?
His guest—There’s too much bacon
about your Shakespearean existence
to suit me.
Mrs. l’rairio— I will never look upon
iny husband's face again. 11c disgraced
mo and took a drop tpo much last
night. Mrs. Carey—He will soon get
over that. Mrs. Prairie—No, ho
won’t, lie stoic a horse and (lie cow¬
boys lynched him.
It occurs to a philosopher ns being a
very good thing for man that lie can¬
not realize Iris insignificance. Jlis
vanity is all that keeps him from sui¬
cide. hike tho fly of which -Ksop
tells us, ho sils ou the axle of the
chariot in the great raco of life and
exclaims, “Great Pluto! what a dust I
am raising!”
The Captain of an Ocean Steamship.
Tho captain of an Atlantic liner is
responsible for the ship and the safety
of the passengers, and is always on
duty and in charge of the ship. When
lie lays the courso it is never altered
without his command, unless it be for
a slight variation to prevent a colli¬
sion. And in such emergencies, even
if he is asleep, he is notified so quick¬
ly that lie is always on the bridge al¬
most as soon as the ship answers her
helm. The captain always makes the
reckoning of tho day’s run. All the
officer b on the bridge take tliclr own
observations, but the captain does the
official figuring. The captain also
keeps tho ship's log. In addition to
all liis other duties, Capt. Watkins of
tho City of Paris makes it a point to
cruise about among the saloon passen¬
gers atul lo see to it personally that
they are made comfortable. In this
respect ho differs largely from most
captains, who seem to coniine them¬
selves solely to the business of sailing
Hie ship and are seldom seen 'With the
passengers except at meal time, and
then only at intervals.—-[New York
Sun.
A Remedy for Poisoning by Snnkcs
and Dogs.
The Berlin correspondent of the
Therapeutic Gazette says that a rem¬
edy for blood poisoning caused by the
bites of snakes and rabid dogs lias
been discovered in Africa by a Doctor
Engels, in the “wild-growing, black,
noble palm.” Five hundred Africans
bitten by poisonous snakes were treated
with the extract of the noble palm.
and four hundred and eighty-seven
were cured in five days. Of sixty-
seven farmers and negroes bitten by
rabid dogs sixty-five were saved, while
two died of weakness. The remedy
is injected under the skin, and causes
t moderate fever not exceeding
degrees C. On the third day the
patient is without fever, swelling and
inflammation of the-aflbdUMl hart have
disappeared, and on the fifth, or, latest,
cm the seventh, day the patient i*
cured.—[Scienltfie American I