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franklin COUNTY.
VOL. III. NO. 1.
A Doubting Heart*
yfkore are the swallows fled?
Frozen and dead,
perch»nc«. upon some bleak and stormy
shore.
O,doubting heart!
Far over purple seas
They wait, in sunny ease
The balmy southern breeze
fo bring them to their northern home once
•more.
Why must the flowers die?
Prisoned they lie
In the cold tomb, heedless of tears
0, doubting heart!
They only sleep below
1 The soft, white ermine snow
While winter winds shall blow,
To breathe and smile upon you soon again.
The sun has hid its rays
These many days;
Will weary hours never leave the eart
0, doubting heart!
The stormy clouds on high
Veil the same sunny sky
That soon (for spring is nigh)
Shall wake the summer into golden mirth.
Fair hope is dead, and light
Is quenched in night;
What sound can break the silence of despair?
0, doubting heart!
The sky is overcast.
Yet stars shall rise at last,
Brighter for darkness past,
And angels' silver voices stir the air.
— [Adelaide Anne Proctor.
Laddy’s Final Triumph.
I taught a term of district school in
a small country hamlet near Mb Dcs-
ort, two years ago.
The house in which I went to board
was one of the most lonesome places
imaginable. A low, rambling farm
dwelling, surrounded by woods, fields
and meadows. No other house was
in sight, and the road in each direc¬
tion lost itself in a deuso growth of
trees. A turn of the road a quarter
of a mile away brought one to the
school house, church, half a dozen
dwellings and the one store of tho
place.
The family with which I boarded
consisted of Mr. Enoch Biaire,an itin¬
erant proacher, witli a fair educa¬
tion, but an inherited dislike of work;
his wife, Mary, one of the best wo¬
men! ever knew, a thorough house¬
wife, with sound, practical, common
sense, a pure, earnest love of relig¬
ion, which she expressed in deeds
more often than words,and their sou,
Jem, seventeen years of age.
One evening, after 1 had been a
member of the family several weeks,
and (he strained relations of school¬
ma’am and boarding mistress had
worn away, Mrs. Biaire asked me to
bring my books into the kitchen and
sit with her. Jem had gone to bed
with a toothache, and Enoch was at a
revival meeting in tlio next district.
He would not be home until very late,
and she was going to sit up for him.
I accepted tho invitation gladly, for
the bright, cheerful kitchen was my
delight—it was so spotlessly clean and
homelike, the pleasantest room in the
house. A warm fire added to the
cheerfulness, for the fall nights had
grown chilly.
Mrs. Biaire "did up” her dishes,
brushed the floor, strained the milk,
while I looked over the next day’s
lessons; then we drew our chairs
near the fire for one of the talks I had
grown to enjoy so much.
"What, shall we talk about?” said
Mrs. Biaire, as she clicked lier knit¬
ting needles. "Religion?”
This was her favorite theme, and I
loved to hear her express her Baptist
views of life and death. So I led
her to talk, till at length I looked at
the clock. It marked 11.30.
“Where can Enoch be?” said Mrs.
Blair, gathering up her work. "He
was never so late before.”
She arose, went to the window and
peered out into the intense darkness,
shivered slightly, came back and
threw a few more sticks on the fire.
We sat sometime in silence, watching
the sparks fly out through the hearth
of the cooking stove.
The old clock in the corner struck
the hour of 12 with slow, deliberate
strokes. 1
A sudden breeze sprang up and
swung a shutter to with a loud clat¬
ter. Then all was fearfully still,
when siowly and distinctly from tho
far distance came a low, musical
sound.
Nearer and nearer it came, louder
and louder it grow, until the whole
room was filled with the sweet melo¬
dy. It was singing, but singing such
as I had never heard before. The
words were unintelligible, but the
sentiment was of joy and happy re¬
joicing.
I sat spellbound until the sweet
sounds faded away as they had come.
I could not tell whether they were
within or without, overhead or under
our feet. The melody was every¬
where. It gave me a strange, unex¬
plainable feeling of awe. I turned to
look at Mrs. Biaire. Her face was
ashen. The lines about her mouth
were tightly drawn, and the nervous
THE
hand that grasped the back of her
chair shook visibly.
A feeling that I could not account
for of wishing to shut out the night
prompted me to draw the shades closo
over the back windows and come
closer to tho warmth and glow of tlio
tiro. Ail this I observed and did be¬
fore I asked:
"Did you hoar anything, Mrs.
Biaire?”
“Yes, I heard,” murmured Mrs.
Biaire, in scarcely moro than a whis¬
per.
"It couldn’t havo been Jem,” I as¬
serted, but to satisfy myself I went to
the stairway and listened. I heard
only the hard, regular breathing of a
heavy sleeper.
"What was it, Mrs. Blair?” I asked
again.
Mrs. Biaire had resumed her accus¬
tomed placid expression and said, with
a light, reassuring laugh:
"Oh, it was nothing at all. Como,
let us go to bed. We will not sit up
longer for Enoch. I will come in and
sit with you till you go to sleep, if you
want me to.”
I said I was not in the least afraid.
Bat I lay awake for a long time, won¬
dering over tho strange scene. 1 felt
sure Mrs. Biaire had a story, and I
wanted to hear it.
Though not a believer in spirits,
anything supernatural had a strange
fascination for me.
Mrs. Biaire and I were left alone
again the next evening. As we again
drew our chairs up before the crack¬
ing fire, my companion said, without
any introduction:
"My dear, I’m going to tell you a
strange story.”
I did not speak.
"Twenty years ago my only sister,
then a beautiful girl of eighteen, mar¬
ried. Just fifteen months after, she
and her baby girl were buried in one
coffin. Before my sister died she dis¬
covered that her bosom frieud, Lvddy
Baker, had cared for her John and had
hoped to marry him. We all knew
John had never shown Lyddy any at¬
tention, but she tried to make Sarah
think he had—said her life was
wrecked and much of tljat kind of
talk. Sarah was sick and
nervous and it made her very
unhappy, and I have not a doubt that
it hastened her death. John was
wrapped up in Sarah; anyone could
see that. He was kindness itself to
her. It nearly broke his heart when
she died. Bad as I felt myself I felt
sorrier for him. It’s awful to see a
strong man so unstrung. Everyone
mourned for Sarah but Lyddy. It
never seemed to me she cared much.
"Well, one morning, about a year
after Sarah died, Jonii came down to
breakfast looking so haggard and
white that I was frightened. I asked
him what was (he matter. lie shook
his head, but when we were alone lie'
told me that he could not sleep tlie
night before, so be got up and lighted
his pipe and sat by the open window
smoking. There was no light in the
room, but the moon had just risen
from behind the hills. He felt a pre¬
sence near him, and, turning, saw
Sarali in her grave clothes with tlie
baby in her arms. She came quite
near him and said:
" ‘John, dear, I want you to marry
Lyddy,’ and then she vanished.
" ‘Why,’ said John to me, ‘I can’t
marry Lyddy; I never can marry any
one.
"That was the beginning of cur
trouble. After that there was scarce¬
ly a night that we did not have some
manifestation of Sarah’s spirit hover¬
ing about us. We all heard strange
sounds, rappings, sad music or a
baby crying. Neighbors passing tho
house late at night would tell of see¬
ing the light either in die garret or in
the cellar. It was more often in the
cellar.
"Once Sarali herself came to me.”
Mrs. Biaire paused and I drew nearer
to her, but I could not speak. She
went on:
‘It was just after sunset ono sum-
mcr eyeuiug. Our well in the back
yard was low, and I had taken iny
basket of fine white clothes down to
the spring in the meadow to rinse
them. You know where the spring is
_at the foot of the slope, near the
pine grove? It was a lovely evening.
The sky was bright with the colors of
sunset, but the pines looked dark and
lonesome. I remember thinking so as
I spread the things on the grass, 1
had just finished and was taking up
my empty basket when, just as plain
as I see yon this minute, I beheld
Sarali and her baby just in the edge of
the grove, She waved her arm to-
ward the house and said ‘John—
Lyddy P and disappeared.
"Of course, all these things made a
great deal of talk in the village, and
many wild, exaggerated stories were
told.
"For years tins state of things con-
Equal Rights to all, Special Privileges to None.
CARNESVILLE, FRANKLIN CO.. GA„ FRIDAY, JANUARY 8.1893.
tinned. Oh, those terrible years! I
was never loft alone an evening that
I did not hear sad music, weird
laughter, or see flickering will-o’-the-
wisp lights. Steps would come up
tho walk, but no one come in, Tho
whole town, of course, was in a stato
of excitement. Some few believed in
the spirit. Tho minister did. Others
believed that Lvddy Baker was at the
bottom of tho whole thing, for every
one knew she was possessed to marry
John.
"A party of men from tlio village
oamo one night to investigate. Tho
minister was with them, so wo let
them in. They began at tho garret
and went through the house. The
minister led the search, and he was
standing on the cellar stairs, half way
down, and I a little above him, when
in the far corner of tho dark cellar
flashed that curious light. Only for
an instant, and though wo waited a
long time it did not.come again.
"The minister came up into the
yard and told the others. While they
were talking of it in hushed whispers
standing in groups about the yard,
Sarah appeared with her baby sti 1
held closeiy in her arms and glided
among the group almost touching
them and disappeared as mysterously
as she came.
"This was the last time she ever
appeared, but nearly everyone be¬
lieved after that night. Until thnt
night I had hoard nothing for several
years.”
Wo sat in silence a long while after
she had finished. Then I asked:
"Whore is John now, and Lyddy?”
After that night John went to sea.
We did not hear from him till a year
ago lie returned. He is now master of
a large vessel that carries granite from
hero to New York. We expect him
every day. Lyddy never married.
She lived right here. John went to
sec her when he came home. Every
one except me seems to havo forgot¬
ten about Sarah’s spirit, Lyddy is
away somewhere now on a visit.
I thanked her for telling me the
story, bade her good night; and went
to bed to dream of this strange ro¬
mance in real life.
When 1 came from school a few
days later Mrs. Biaire met me at tho
door greatly excited:
"John has come!” she exclaimed,
"and—and Lyddy. They are mar-
vied—were married the night wc
hoard the music.”—[New York
World.
Fungi and Timber.
The mischievous consequences that
arise from the attacks of fungi Upon
trees and plants do not receive half
the attention frottt cultivators that
their importance demands. The
potato fungus, (or fungi, rather, for
there are several) compels some de¬
gree of interest,although not sufficient
to prevent farmers and gardeners
from thoughtlessly doing their very
best, as we have repeatedly pointed
out, to faciliatate the distribution of
the spores,and to promote their germ¬
ination, while as to preventative and
palliative measures, they are scarcely
even thought of outside of experi¬
mental gardens. If this be the case
witli crops like the potato and tomato,
in which the whole process takes place
under our eyes in a limited space of
time, and under familiar con-
ditious, how much more true
is it in the case of timber trees, where
the processes are more concealed from
observation and the action more pro-
longed than in the more quickly grow¬
ing crops.' The injury inflicted by a
thoughtless boy, who tears ofl a twig
from a tree, is well known to the ob¬
servant forester; but very few others
arc at all capable of estiinding the
potential mischief that may make
itself apparent even from so apparent¬
ly simple an injury, perhaps many
years afterwards. It is satisfactory,
under such circumstances, to find that
our colonial botanists are fully alive
to their duties, and do their best to
place their knowledge at the disposal
of the practical men. In those mat¬
ters, the men of science—to use a met¬
aphor wo have often employed—
resembles the miner searching for ore
and bringing it to the surface. It is
for the practical man, 60 called, to
avail himself of the material thus
placed at his disposal—[Gardener’s
Chronicle.
Straw Roads.
Straw roads are something new,
and the farmers in Palouse county,
Washington, greatly admire them.
After tlie straw is threshed, it is scat¬
tered over the roads, and when it set¬
tles down, it becomes smooth and
dustless.
Inheritance.
Mrs. Gadd—Does your boy take
after you or his father?
Mrs. Gabb—He takes after his
You never can believe a wort}
says.—-[Good News,
SALT LAKE
A Summer’s Experience in
Great Inland Sea.
Easy to Float, but the Heaci
Has a Tendency to Sink.
During a visit to Salt Lako I "en¬
joyed’’ a swim on n suinmor after¬
noon, making the trip from town to
Lake Point, tho Conoy Island of tho
region, on an excursion train, in com¬
pany with a number of Mormons.
Tlio little railroad runs through a di¬
versified tract, in which garden, farm,
rocky uplift, and nmd plain aro oddly
jumbled, tho plain being spotted with
tufts of palo and bristling sago brush
that grows on the rocky mountain
country where nothing else will.
There is a bathing pavilion at Lako
Point with fresh water tanks, in
which to rinse one's self after tho
bath, but 1 eleoted to try a swim with¬
out spectators; so, walking southward
along the shore for a mile or so, 1
found a place where the rounded
rocks that formed the semblance of a
beach wore not too numerous.
It was a trifle difficult to keep a
steady footing in tho water, and at
first I attributed this lo inequalities on
tlio bottom, but on gotting where it
was deeper I found that my legs had
a disposition to como to the top, and
it was apparent that the difficulty of
wading across arose from the buoy¬
ancy that tho body has in so dense a
medium as the brine. When I had
waded out so far that the water came
up to my neck I scaled a boulder and
dived. As it is my custom to open my
eyes under water, I did so us soon as I
was fairly immersed. In an instant it
seemed as if vitriol had been poured
into them. Springing to ail upright
position as soon as possible, I tried to
get the salt out of them, but the more
I rubbed the more it seemed to get in.
Nature relieved tho smart after a
while, by pouring through tlie tear
ducts enough of a milder solution of
salt to clear the irritated cornea of the
fluid, and I took pains not to let tlie
water into my eyes again, After that
the bath was more enjoyable, if only
as a new experience.
There was a singular and unaccus¬
tomed sense of lightness, and it was
not difficult to float high out of water
either in a reclining or a sitting pos-
tufc; yet a bather ivho is not a swim-
mor will fare as badly hero as any¬
where, for the head being heavier
than the lower extremities has a ten¬
dency to sink, unless one has the skill
to keep it above the surface. To a
Swimmer there is ho especial danger,
tmlc88 lie is choked by the brine of
blinded and confused by it. To float
requires less exertion than in the sea,
a slight motion of the hand being suffi¬
cient to keep the body balanced evenly,
for one depends less for liis buoyancy
on breathing than in ocean water. On
striking out to swim I was surprised
at a splashing noise behind me, and
discovered that it was made by my
own feet, for I was so high out of
Water, that they went into tho air at
every stroke. The lightness at one
end of the body tends, as I liaVe said <
to depress the other, but to ono who
is used to swimming this is a trifle.
On emerging frotfi the lake I found
thnt eVery inch of my skin was spark¬
ling witb salt crystals, and though 1
rubbed and scraped they were not so
easily to be got rid of. These crys¬
tals were sharp enough to create dis¬
comfort and to suggest an undue in¬
timacy with thistles. My liair was
full of them, and (hey even adhered
to my clo.ldng, so that a vigorous
shaking of raiment and a fresh Water
b.-th were In order on reaching my
hotel. When 1 told the people ill town
of my swim and the manner of it 1
Was laughed at, and informed that it
was not the correct thing to swim ex-
cept at a bathing pavilion, where ono
has fresh water to shower away the
salt that sticks to him.
Salt Lake is by no means a saturated
solution of salt, yet it is five or six
times as rich in salts as the ocean, and
nearly as strong as the Dead Sea. In
summer it contains between 20 and
22 per cent, of salt, (lie saturation
point not being reached until the salt
forms a little over a third of the
liquid. There are all through the
great basin numerous saline lakes and
ponds, but none of the size and im-
portance of this in Utah. Not infre-
quentlv they are shallow and entirely
disappear during the dryness and
heats of summer, leaving to mark
their sites only a stretch of some
acres—or it may be miles—of clay or
mud, entirely covered with salt.—
[Goldthwaito’s Magazine.
According to (he London newspa-
pers Gladstone delivered his maiden,
speech June 3, 1833.
Thrown Into Dolling Springs.
Any one who reads books on
will remoinbor that ho is told, if
over visits the harbor of
that ho must look at tho lofty rock
l’nppcubcrg, descending sheer
some hundreds of foot into tho deep
waters, lie is furihor informed
in the seventeenth century
there were many Christian con¬
vert in Japan, thousands of them
woro cast into tlio sea from tlio olitt'.
It will bo reinomborod that there was
a rebellion of Christians in southern
Japan, t|jO rebels undertaking to over,
throw the government and ostablisi;
their now faith as the stato religion oi
Japan. It was after tlio suppression
of this rebellion that tho frightful
persecution of the Christians began.
Dr. Itciss, a professor in tlio Uni¬
versity of Tokio, has recently been in¬
vestigating the records of this Chris,
linn rebellion. Ho has shown quito
conclusively that tho rock of Pappon-
bevg was not used for the purpose de¬
scribed to tourists. No mention of
throwing tlio Christians over tlio rock
is made in any of the contemporane¬
ous records, and Dr. Reiss says that it
would havo been absurd to havo
dragged the prisonor* to that distant
plnco.
What happened, however, was oven
more frightful, and tlio scene was
quite different. Tho rebellion oc¬
curred in Shimabara, whose interior
has for its most conspicuous object a
volcanic mountain mass, on Hod Onson-
ga, which is said to have ono of tho
laigest craters in the world, while its
slopes and base are full of boiling sul¬
phur springs in a conslunt state of
effervescence. Dr. Reiss says that tho
greatest number of victims of the rage
of heathen Japan wore taken to On-
songa and hurled from a precipice on
tho mountain side into tho boiling
sulphurous springs below.
Japanese sources of Information
coincide with the missionary reports
that this was tlio form of execution
commonly employed, and that it re¬
mained in use for a long period.
Shimabara is almost an island in a
great inlet on the West side of Kiusiu,
the big southern island of Japan. Is
is collected with the mainland by at
narrow isthmus. The volcanic mass
of Onsenga, in tho centre of the dis¬
trict, is plainly marked on any good
map. —[New York Sun.
Flowers Thnt Turn With tho Sun.
That sunflowers turn with the sun is
about as true as that any oilier flowers
similarly turn. In tlio growth of
plants the flower sterns take a spiral
motion, In many cases the uncoiling
is finished by the time tlio flowers
open; but in tnany Cases it continues
for a short time longer. Prof. W. A.
Kellermaii; in a re edit Issue of tlio
Kansas Acndcnfy of Science, has been
testing how far tho common sunflower
"turns to the sun.” llo found 87 pCt'
cent, of Iho heads, while in bloom,
sliow some movement by day, and a
less percentage at night. He also
found that 13 per cent, had a move¬
ment somewhat toward the west, and
eight per cent toward tlio east. Tho
night motion was 21 per cent, east¬
ward and eight westward. Tlie dif¬
ference would show, if it were nt all
necessary, that there is no lieliotro-
pism in tlie case. But tho knowledge
(hat the motion is a mere Uncoiling,
and that there aro continuous alterna¬
tions ill the direction of the spirals in
the growing inflorescence of plants,
explains the supposed difficulty.—
[New York Independent.
Flowers for the Corpse.
It is the custom among, tlio poorer
class in Australia to ask a gift of
flowers from the neighbors with which
(<) (]eM| . fll0 ()ie room in , vl)icb tbolr
^ priol . t0 bl ,, iftl . O no
lovely evening, ns I Was enjoying a
quiet pipe and reverie oil die veranda
of my modest cottage at Woolooulooloa
I was aroused by a thin small voice.
Looking up before mo a tiny woman-
child, whose head was adorned witli a
perfect Niagara of golden hair.
‘‘Please, sir,” said the tiny voice,
i ‘givo inc some flowers for the
corpse.” “My dour child,” said I,
now thoroughly aroused, "what is tho
matter with the corpse?” "It’s dead,
sir,” said she.—[New York News.
A King’s Faithful Nurse.
The young King of Spain bade fare-
well to his nurse,Mnximina Palazuela,
a short time ago. For five years and
a half she was with his youthful me-
j ( ,sty day and night. The little feilow
was so strongly attached to her that it
W as feared their separation would en-
danger bis h"alth. To make the part-
Rig easier the nurse left Madrid the
day tho court departed for San Sebas-
tian. She is to receive a comfortable
pension from the royal treasury. A
considerable sum of money was also
given to tho woman’s husband, who
is a carpenter.
THE HOUSEWIFE.
KNOW r.KDQK.
That ono cup of butter, solid, weighs
hnlf a pound.
That two cups of granulated sugar
sr two sml a half cups of powdered
nigiir weigh a pound.
Thai ilirco cups of com moal woigli
a pound.
That four cups of flour woigh a
pound.
That ono ronndod tablcspoonful of
flour weighs half au ounce.
That ono tablespooiiful of butter
weighs ono ounce.
(’LEANING SOILED EUR.
Nothing deans soiled fur better
than benzine, Actrosses immerse
their wigs in baths of this liquid with
most excellent results, liny tho fluid
at a paint storo, whore ton cents will
fill a quart bottle, rather than at the
druggist’s, whoro tlio same amount
will cost you a quarter. Wash tho
fur until the benzine remains clear 1
the first two or threo rounds will
show fairly black. Be careful not to
throw the fluid Into any roccptacto
whore by any clianoo a lighted match
may follow—[.New York Times.
COLD CLOTHS WITHOUT ICE.
One of the most useful hints for
sick room attendance is very seldom
known outside of a hospital ward, and
not even there in many eases. The
hint is how to obtain a cold cloth
without tho uso of ico. Every one
knows that in fevers or weakness a
cold cloth on tho forohoad or faco or
base of brain is ono of tlio most com¬
forting things in tho world, In tho
tropical hospitals and whoro ice is
sonreo, nil that is necessary is to wot a
linen cloth, wave it to and fro in the
nir, fold it and place it on tho patient.
Have another cloth ready, wavo it to
and fro just before applying it. Thoso
cloths Imve a moro grateful and last¬
ing coldness ilian thoso made so by
tlio burning cold produced by ico.—
[Ladies’ Home Journal.
weights and measures.
As In different recipes,the quantities
given aro sometimes in measures such
as quarts instead of pounds,and some¬
times in wineglassfuls, tumblerfuls,
etc,, the following table will be found
useful if pasted on the flyleaf of tho
recipe-book you generally use: A
common-sized tumbler holds half a
pint. A common-sized wineglass holds
half a gill. A quart of sifted flour
equals one pound. A quart of com¬
mon! equals one pound two ounces.
One quart butter is equivalent to two
pounds, one quart powdered sugar to
one pound sevon ounces, one quart
granulated sugar to one pound nine
ounces. Butter "the sizo of an egg,”
about two ounces.—Now York Tri¬
bune.
RECIPES.
Lemon Sauce.—Boil one cupful of
granulated sugar in two cupfuls of
hot water; wet a tablcspoonful of
corn glare)! in cold water and boil ten
minutes. Add juice and grated rind
of one lemon and a tablespooiiful of
butter.
Gingor Cookies.—One pint of mo¬
lasses, one toaspooonful of ginger and
soda, one egg, a small piece of butter
and a little salt. Put on tho stove
and boil five minutes; when cold stir
In flour enough Io make a stiff' halter.
Roll and cut quite thick.
A Cheap and Delicious Rice Pud¬
ding.—One cup full of rice well
washed; two quarts of new milk, a
pinch of salt, with sugar and llavor-
ing lo taste; grate nutmeg over it and
bake in a slow oven four or five hours.
This will prove a most delicious pud¬
ding, to be eaten hot or cold, and if
baked slowly is better than with the
use of eggs. To be eaten with lemon
sauce.
Bread Cheese Cakes.—One grated
nutmeg, one pint of cream, eight eggs,
one-half pound of butter, one-half
pound of currants, one spoonful of
rose-water, one penny loaf of bread.
Slice tiio bread as .tliin as possible;
scald tlio cream and while boiling hot
pour it over the bread. Let it stand
two hours. Beat together the eggs,
butler, grated nutmeg and rose-water.
Add the cream and bread; beat well
and bake in patty-pans on a raised
crust.
Eggs Poached in Tomatoes.—Stew
slowly for ten minutes half a can of
tomatoes and one small onion,cut fine.
Reason highly with salt and pepper,
Break six eggs into a bowl without
| beating, ami when everything else is
ready to serve slip them into the hot
tomatoes. Lift tlie white carefully
witli a fork, as it cooks, until it is all
firm; then prick the yolks and let
I them mix with the tomato and white.
It should he quite soft, but with the
rod tomatoes, the white and yellow of
the egg is quite distinct, Serve at
once on toast.
OFFICIAL ORGAN
—oar the—
FRANKLIN COUNTY ALLIANCE
SI.00 PER YEAR.
My Choice.
Take the palace nil aniline,
With its lofty halls unit towors;
Let the little house be be mine,
With its door-yanl, grass and flowers
Ab, for once, be kindly, Fate,
To my harmless plan agree;
Take whatever things are great,
Leave the little things to me.
—[Alice Cary.
HUMOROUS.
A tie game—gotting married.
The most irresistible kitchen utensil
is tho potato "mnslior.”
IIow to get a woman to keep a
secret—Give her chloroform.
A boy is oxpoctod to love his
mother even though she cuts his hair.
It isn’t the man witli a drought of
ideas who is most apt to make dry
remarks.
Advico is valuable chi' fly when it
makes a man mad enough to follow
his own ideas.
Tlio man who growls because ho
hasn’t found his level has probably
failed to do his level host.
"lie is such a sonorous speakor,”
said an admirer of an orator. "Yes,”
replied his wife, "and sleeper.”
"You can walk across tlio Brooklyn
bridge for nothing now.” "But isn’t
that n protty long walk to take for
nothing?”
Principal—"Boforo you sit down to
write that letter, Jacob, go and wash
your hands, else there will bo extra
postago to pay.”
Littlo Sammy’s grandmother wus
not a very old lady, but had a deoply
wrinkled face. She had taught him lo
call her Mrs. Baker, but never (old him
tlie reason why. Ono day Sammy was
talking about Mrs. linker. Some ono
asked him, "Who is Airs. Baker?” Ho
replied, "Don't you know Mrs. Bil¬
ker? Why she’s that lady over tlicro
with tho cracked face.”
Shoe Designers.
"Shoo designers are in great de¬
mand nt salaries ranging from $4000
to $10,000 a year,” said C. L. Wcb-
ert, tlio designer. < ‘Few pcoplo ap¬
preciate tho value of this part of tlio
shoo businoss. Indeed, it is every¬
thing. The big factory employ men
who do nothing else besides gotling
up novelties for tho trade. People
want something now and nobby. If
one man doesn’t havo it th y will go
to some other place. As a result com¬
petition is more between tlio design¬
ers (ban the inako. Then comes the
pinch. The ability to design some¬
thing neat and attractive in tho way
of footwear is a gift liko that of writ¬
ing poetry. It is vory rare. Men
who do not possess tho natural gift
never muko good designers. Thoso
who havo it generally come out with¬
out any trouble.
Another peculiar fact is that there
aro vory few really expert artists of
tliis kind in the West. One trouble is
that there is not enough designers to
go around. Young men working at
boncli is some shop could rapidly win
wealth anil position if they would try
themselves and sco if they do not
possess the talent to got np a nont
original design. Shoe making is be¬
coming moro and moro of an art
every day. It is rapidly losing the
odium that lias been attached to it for
so many years. Pcoplo aro beginning
to seo that it takes brains to make
shoes, the same as in other lines of
work requiring care and attention.
This is especially true of ladies and
children. I venture the prediction
thnt it will not bo many years before
shoe makers will rank with tho lino
artisans of tho manufacturing world.”
— [St. Louis Star-Sayings.
Saw a Flsli Swallow HU Watch.
A rather strange as well as amusing
incident happened on board the
schooner Emma Clara while at sea Just
Saturday on her way up from Rock-
port. They were well out at sen wlicie
the water was bluo and clear and the
wind very light when ono of the pas¬
sengers discovered a large fi h, which
is known in those waters ns a linn,
following closo behind the boat.
Several of the boys were soon lean¬
ing over tho stern admiring the fish,
when ono of them accidently droppod
his watch ovorboard out of his over-
shirt pocket. It was a large, old-
fashioned Swiss silver watch, and
when it hit tlio water it glanced off
sideways and darted on its voyage to
the bottom of tho sea, but the linn saw
it, and as lie is a a fish that bites at
everything that shines, regardless of
flavor or taste, opened his huge mouth
and swallowed the watch at one
gulp. The surprised and chagrined
young man says that the watch had
just been wound up and was good to
tick away for twenty-four hours at
least. The fish seemed to enjoy the
meal, and followed leisurely after the
l>pat for some tjmo.—[Velasco Times,