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franklin COUNTY.
VOL. III. NO. 3.
Cradle Soup.
ltock, ro-’k. rock, rock!
What t» the dream I'm dreaming?
| press it kiss on the golden crown,
I smile at the shower of gold dropped dowu
Where the cowslip halls are gleaming,
ltock, rock, rock, rockl
Wbnt is the future bringing?
And where will the tiny pink feet stray,
To the perfect end of a perfect day,
With the golden sheaves upspringlng?
ltock, rock, rock, rock!
Wbttt a e the tears I’m weeping?
It's alt! for the sound of the wayward feet,
Once so/l and dimpled and pink and sweet,
Afar from the mother’s keeping.
ltock, rock, rock, rock!
This is the prayer I’m praying,—
‘‘for patience, Lord! for the weary time,
For the ruined life and the broken rhyme,
For the foot-steps’ sad delaying.
Hock, rock,rock, rock!
This is the promise ringing :
“I am a lamp to the wayward feet,—
Weary and foot-sore, pink and sweet
Unto one goal I’m bringing.”
Bock, rock, rook, rock
Sound is the baby sleeping,
Soft are the hands on the baby breast,
I)iin(ilcd the foet in the cosey nest,
All in the Father’s keeping.
—[Mary R. Corley, in Boston Transcript.
THE TWO MARIES,
During tlie “Reign of Terror” in
France, one dark morning an unusal
number of the aristocracy had been
marched forth, and couniless heads
rolled from the block. A gaping mul¬
titude stood by and wild shouts rent
the air as tlie aristocracy were thus
butcheicd.
Among the multitude that dreary
morning were two females. One of
them was plainly clad, while a cloak
was thrown around her, with which
she kept her features nearly concealed.
But a close observation would betray
the fact that the woman had been
weeping.
Her eyes were inflamed and red,and
ihe gazed eagerly upon the platform,
ivliile a shudder passed over her frame
is each shock of the glittering knife
levered the head'from tlie body of
some one who had been unfortunate
enough to fall under the ban of tlie
bloody leaders. The' face of the wo¬
man was very beautiful, and she was
young—certainly not more than six¬
teen or eighteen yeays of age.
Tho other female was quite different
in character. Her face was fair, but
there was a brazen expression about
it. She was clad in rags, and as each
head fell, she would dance, and in
various ways express her Relight, and
then exclaim:
“There falls another aristocrat who
refused me charity when I humbly
sued to him!”
Each expression of the kind would
create a laugh from those who heard
her. But any thoughtful person must
wonder how one so young could have
become so depraved. The first female
watched the creature for a few mo¬
ments, and then pressing her wav to her
side, she laid her hand upon the
shoulder of tlie wretch and wispered:
“Would you like to become rich at
once?”
The female in rags turned about
with a look of surprise, burst iuto a
loud laugh, and then replied :
“Of course I would.”
“Follow me, and yon shall be.”
“Enough. Lead on.”
It was with Considerable difficulty
that tlie females extricated themselves
from the crowd; but thoy did so at
length, and then the first female asked
of the other:
“What shall I call you?”
“Oh! I'm called Pauper Marie.”
“You live by begging?”
“Yes; but what’s your name, and
What do you want?”
“My name is Marie, the same as
your own.”
“Are you an aristocrat?”
“It does not matter. If you know
Where wo can find a room lead me to
it, ahd you shall have gold.”
The pauper led the way into a nar¬
row and filthy street and then down
into a cellar and into a dark ami filthy
room.
The other female could not but feel
a sickening sensation creep over her,
but she recovered herself. After con¬
templating for a time Hie apartment
and what it contained, she ‘asked:
“Are you well known in Paris?”
“Yes. Everybody knows Marie the
Pauper.”
“Are you kuow,n to Robespierre?
If so, I want to make a bargain with
you.”
“I am. What do you wish”’
“You see my clothing is better than
yoqr own, and I wished to exchange
With you. I want yon to consent to
renjain here, and not to show yourself
to all for a short, time, or until I come
to you again. As recompense for
aiding me I will give you a thousand
francs, and when I come back I will
give you a thousand more. As secur¬
ity for my return take this ring.”
The lady drew a diamond ring from
her finger and gave it to tlm pauper.
THE
Then she handed her a purso con
ing gold.
The girl appeared a little puzzled
and asked:
“Well, what are you going to do
with uiy dress?”
“I want to put it on and go where I
first mot yon.”
“Oh, 1 understand now. You want
to see the chopping going on and you
are afraid you will bo taken for an
aristocrat if you wear that dress. You
want to represent me.”
“Yes, I want to look as near alike
as possible,”
“Well, that won’t bo very difficult.
Your hair and eyes, and even your
mouth is like mine. Your face is too
white, though. But you can fix that
with a little dirt.”
They exchanged dresses, and soon
the young, rich and noble Marie de
Nantes was c!ad in the rags of Marie,
the pauper of Paris.
The history of Marie do Nantes wns
a sad one. Her father and two
brothers ltad fallen victims to the re¬
morseless fiends of the revolution,
and a third and last brother had been
seized. But of his fato site was
ignorant, although she expected that it
would be similar to that of her other
relatives. He had been torn from
her side but a few hours before.
Aflor the exchange had been made
tiie pauper looked on the stockingless
and shoeless feet of the lady and said:
“That will never do. Your foot are
too white and delicate. Lot me ar¬
range matters.”
Iu a few moments Mario was pre¬
pared, and in the filth and rag3 she
merged into the street.
She now took lier course back to¬
wards the guillotine, and at length
reached the square where the bloody
work was still going on. Gradually
she forced her way through tho crowd
and nearer and nearer she came to the
scaffold. She even forced a laugh at
several remarks she heard around
liorj but those remarks sounded
strangely.
She now stood within a few feet of
the platform.
She swept it with her eyes. Her
brother was not there.
The cry was now raisedi
“Here comes another batch.
Her heart fluttered violently and she
felt a faintness come over her as she
heard the tramp of the doomed men
approaching.
The crowd opened as the body of
men passed.
Marie gazed among them. A low
cry escaped her.
Her brother was there. But he
walked proudly and fearlessly for¬
ward and ascended the very steps
which led to the block.
Up to this time the strength of poor
Marie had failed her, and she wa9 un¬
able to put her resolvo into execution.
But now a sister’s love swelled up
in her breast and she recovered her
strength. She sprang forward, burst¬
ing through the line of guard, and ran
up the steps. Grasping her brother
by the hand, she cried:
“What doos this mean? It is only
the aristocracy that are to die.”
“Away, woman!” exclaimed one of
the executioners.
“No. 1 will not away until you tell
me why my brother is here and thus
bound.”
“Your brother?” was the echo.
“Yes, this is my brother.”
“Well, who are you?”
“I am Marie. Don’
me?”
“Tito pauper?”
“Ay! I look like one, don’t I?”
“But this man is not your brother?”
“It is. Ask him—ask him.”
Young Antonio do Nantes had
turned a scornful glance upon
the maiden, but a light
passed at once across las face and lie
murmured:
“Oh, my sioter!”
“Is this your brother?” asked
Robespierre of the supposed pauper,
advancing near her.
“It is.”
“But his name is down differently.”
“Then yon are mistaken. He is my
brother. - Ask him.”
“Does Marie speak the truth?” asked
Robespierre.
■' “She does,” was the brother’s reply.
“And you are not De Nantes?”
“I ;e!l you 1 am her brother.”
“Why did you uot tell us this be¬
fore?”
“1 attempted to speak but was si*
ienced.”
“But you might have declared your¬
self.”
“You would not have believed me.”
“But your dress?”
“It belonged to an aristocrat. Per¬
haps to him for whom I was taken.’
Robespierre advanced close to
young Nantes and gazed earnestly into
his face. Then he approached Marie
aud looked steadily in her eyes for a
short 7 lime,
Equal Rights to all, Special Privileges to None.
CAI1NESVILLE, FRANKLIN CO.. GA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 22.1892.
It was a moment of trial for the
poor girl. She trembled in spile of
nil her efforts to bo calm. She almost
felt thut sho wns lost when tho human
fiend, whoso word was law, turned
and said:
“Release that man.’
Tho chains were iustantly removed
and Antonio de Nantes walked down
from the scaffold, followed by his
sister, while tho shouts of those
around rent the air, for they supposed
it wns n commoner who had thus
been saved.
Tho young man worked his way
through tho crowd as rapidly as possi¬
ble, leading Marie.
They had scarcely escaped it before
the poor girl fainted from the inten¬
sity of her feelings. The brother
scarcely knew what to do, but a band
was laid upon his arm and a voice
said:
“Bring her to my room again. She
will be safe there.”
Tiie brother conveygtl her to tho
apartment of the pauper, and thou
asked of her:
“Have you seen tho female before?”
“Yes, I know all about it,” returned
the pauper. “Sho borrowed iny
clothes to save her lover. She has
done it and I am glad.” Before tho
noble sister returned to consciousness
the brother had learned all. When
sho did so they both sought securo
quarters, after rewarding tlie beggar
girl as had been promised.
“Do you think Robespierre was
really deceived?” asked Marie do Nun-
tes.
“I think not,” returned the brother.
“Then why did he order your re¬
lease ?”
“He saw your plan. Ho admired
your courage. Could a fiend have
done less?"
“Perhaps this was the case, But,
if so, it was a deed of mercy and tho
only one that man ever did.”
“Your arc right.”
Antonio de Nantes was not again
arrested and lived happily with that
sister who so nobly perilled her own
life to save him by representing tho
pauper of Paris.
Some Facts About Meteorites.
In a recent lecture Professor Hunt-
ington considered tho distribution of
meteorites aud the phenomena of their
fall. They, he said, are peculiar;
coming from the cold regions of plan¬
etary space they strike our atmosphere
with an intense velocity. The resist¬
ance from the air results in inteuse
heat and the appearance of a “fire
ball.” The friction not only fuses the
outer surface of tlie meteorite but the
surface is pitted and guttered by con¬
tact. Tlie moving mass bears, a train
of fire, sometimes vari-colorod,behind
it. They frequently explpde before
they reach the earth, probably owing
to the unequal heating of tiie mass
while passing through the air. There
are two classes of meteorites—of iron
and of stone. The latter usually carry
grains of iron. There are on record
some 200 falls of each class; tho
stones have boon seen to fall, but the
iron is recognized, not by its having
been seen to fall, but by its chemical
peculiarities. The illustrations which
ended the lecture included several
ideal sketches of meteoric showers,
and numerous meteorites, enlarged to
exhibit their peculiarities. — [Boston
Transcript.
Big Panes of Glass.
Tlie largest plate glass in this etty
and in the State is in the Eleventh
street window of Robert J. Thomp-
son, at the southwest corner of
Eleventh and Chcsuut strceis. The
size of tlie plate is 200 by 100 inches,
and it was manufactured at Kokomo,
Iud. Tlie firm which had tlie contract
for furnishing tlie glass first placed its
order with a Pitlsbirg company,
which was unfortunate enough to
break two plates of that size in pre¬
paring them for transportation. There
are several others which nearly equal
this ono in size. There is one 194 by
100 inches, another 140 by 144 , and
one which was recently replaced, an
infuriated bull having gone through
its 198 by 98 inches. The largest
plate of glass in the country is in
stock at Kokomo, and is 200 by 140
inches. — [Philadelphia Record.
A Cocoanu t Tree’s Long Journey.
A cocoanut tree that weighs six tons
is to be transferred from Honolulu to
to the public park in San Franciscp.
In a trench around the tree, which
stood [in a grove near Honolulu, a
massive box was built to enclose the
roots. Above the box was a frame
that had jackscrews for lifting the en¬
tire mass. After the tree had been
raised it was canted aud its long leaves
were gathered together and tied. The
nuts were wrapped in soft sacking.
By hydraulic pOiver the mass was
raised on a truck that carried it to the
beach where it await? shipment.
LOGGING.
How Timber is Taken to Market
in Canada.
Handling Immense Log Booms
in the Ottawa.
Writing about the log booms in tho
Ottawa River, a correspondent of tho
New York Times says:
These booms aro lines of connected
timber stretched across tho river to
hold tho logs as they conic down the
river. At the booms tho logs aro
sorted for the various mills. When a
tree has been felled, stripped of its
branches, uml cut into logs it is
drawn to the edge of the nearest creek
or swamp, and either left there or
placed on tho tio to be brought down
into tho various tributaries of the Ot¬
tawa River by their currents in the
spring.
In by-gono times, when the bush
immediately surrounding Ottawa City
was full of good timber, it did not
take long to float the logs down. Now,
however, the timber limits are from
two to three hundred miles up the va¬
rious rivers, and a log takos two, and
in somo cases three, seasons to reach
its destination. Instances also occur
in which a long distance has to be
traveled between tho spot
where the log was cut and the
nearest 6treara. This sometimes
amounts to many miles. Within the
last few seasons the great lumber firm
of Pattey & Parley have introduced
steam for drawing the logs to the Pet-
tewawa River, and today their im¬
mense steam logger may be mot, fol¬
lowed by a long train of log-laden
sleighs, traversing what comparative¬
ly ouly the other day was primeval
forest between the limits and the
Pettewawa.
The logs having been laid on the
bank of the creek, or on the ice, a
mark is cut in the bark, wliioh shows
to whom it belongs, and it is left till
spring. Generally the logs have been
left on the side of some rapid or small
fall. In the spring the mon of the
drive appear, clad in hoots and knee-
breeches, with wide Hats, and soou
the woods resound with their cheerful
cries as they ply their cantliooks and
log after log rolls into the river, and
is borne away witii the current.
The logs float down, watched at all
dangerous points by men on the drive.
As they approach points of division—
that is, points where certain mill own¬
ers’ logs have to be turned into a dif¬
ferent channel from tlie rest—they are
met by long, square timbers chained
together ami extending well across tlie
stream, which form a boom. The logs
which are wanted are guided by poles
into the slide which carries them away
to the mill where (hey will be sawed,
while tho others are passed through
the gates and continue their course
down the river.
A short distance above Ottawa the
booms are very large, and millions of
logs pass through evory year. It is
interesting to watch the men engaged
in sorting, dancing around with long
spiked poles from floating log to log.
Into the booms converge all the mill
owners’ slides, which guide each log
to its owner’s mill.
Logs, however, are not the only
things which are floated in this way.
Square timber made with tlie broad-
axe in the bush is also floated down.
This is made in what is known as
cribs or sections of a raft, and come
down as such, ench crib having from
two to five men on board to steer and
pole the cribs safely through rapids
and slides. These slides are a series
of water steps, passing through a
channel, and obviating tho necessity
of cribs having to shoot falls or dan¬
gerous rapids. The slides at tlie
Chaudiere Falls are the last on tho
Ottawa, and these having been shot,
the cribs collect below them and the
rafts are made up. Some of tlie rafts
contain as many as ninety-six cribs.
On the raft is erected in tlie centre a
house of framework, having a cook¬
ing caboose and fitted wit i sleeping
bunks. Here, too, one generally finds
a woman cook, and the favorite dish
of the river hand, good pork and
beans, well cooked and liberally
served.
It has bscome the habit of late year®
to tow the raft, but formerly the raft
hands had sweeps or long oars given
them and worked down the Grand
River, past Hawkesbury and Green¬
ville, past the Long Sauit and Ste,
Ann’s Rapids, where Thomas Moore
wrote his G'amj^iau boat song; past
Carillon, where Dupoint, the savior of
Canada, and his six brave comrades
fought so nobly; past the great rapids
of Lachine and Sore! arid Lac St.
Pierre, till the raft was anchored un¬
der the frowning battlements of the
fortress of the ancient capital. Here
the rafts arc broken up, tho timber
placed on board ship, ami so trans¬
ported to its designation. The opera-
Hons in logs and square timber this
yoar will be unusually largo, and the
shipping next soason good-
Indians Are Doomed.
Chiof Lot, of tho Lower Spokanes,
gives the following causes of tho do-
elino of his race: “Our people aro
accustomed to a diet of fish, game mid
herbs, with plenty of exercise, and
the change to our present diet lias
boon detrimental to the health of our
young men. Tho majority aro now
atfackod with pulmonary consumption
and tho raco is gradually dying out.
I beliovo that if schools wore cslab-
lishod in our country, whoro physio¬
logical and sanitary laws could bo
taught, an improvement in the phys¬
ical condition of tho Indians would
result. Tlie young men have attended
the Chemawa school, lint the change
from tho mountainous to tho low laud
lias been fatal to them. Wo want
schools in our own territory, ami both
tlie loyalty and (lie health of tlie In¬
dians would be increased.
“It is sad,” continued tho chiof,
speaking impros ivoly and emphasiz¬
ing his words with emphatic gesture*,
“to look upon the apparently healthy
mon standing around me, and thou to
think of my people declining in health
and strength and dying prematurely.
I account for this by tho fact that
those men uro educated, and their
knowledge of physiological laws en¬
ables them to prolong life, while ill¬
ness of our people means death. Tho
Indians wiio choose agricultural pur¬
suits as a mode of living are doing
well and will improve wlion they un¬
derstand it thoroughly. I am a far¬
mer, as is the majority of my tribe.
The farmer’s physical condition is
very good. Tlie appliances for catch¬
ing salmon in tho Columbia are so
effective that wc seldom see any in
tlie Spokane River, and fishing lias
nearly died out.”—[Portland Oreg o
nian.
Aa Interesting Discovery.
The Russian newspapers arc report¬
ing a singular discovery in Central
Asia. They say that in Russian Tur-
kcBtau, on the right bank of the Amou
Daria, in some rocky hills near tlie
Bokharan town of Karki, a number
of largo caves have been explored,
which were found to lead to an under-
ground town built apparently before
tlie Christian era. Effigies and in¬
scriptions have been found, and also
designs upon gold and silvor money,
which lead to the belief that (lie town
dates back to some two centuries bc-
fore the birth of Christ. There are a
number of streets and squares sui-
rounded by bouses two and ihreo slo-
l'ies high. Urns, vases, cooking pots
and oilier utensils liuve been found iu
great abundance. Tho symmetry of
(lie streets and squares and tiie beauty
of the baked clay and metal utensils
attest the fact that the pooplo had
reached an advanced slagc of civiliza-
tion. It is supposed tho town was
concealed in the earth to give tho
population a refuge from tlie incur¬
sions of savages and robbers.—[Do-
troit Free Press.
A Long Time to Walt.
A story of Henry Labouchoro’s wit
—a story that was told before Lo-
bouchcre’s time, but is still good—
comes from Washington. When in
tlie capital some years ago the London
editor was lounging at tho door of
the British Legation, when a pompous
stranger entered and asked for tlie
British Minister.
“Not in,” said Labouchere, drum¬
ming on a pane of glass.
“I’ll wait until he comes,” and (lie
stranger sat down on a chair. An
hour went by; two hours. Laboit-
clicre still drummed on the glass and
the stranger wailed. At last ho asked
witii some exasperation:
“How soon do you expect tlie
British Minis'cr in?”
“In about three months,” replied
the impcrtuibablo Labouchere. “He
sailed for England yesterday.”
Military Conundrums.
Is a flying column of artillery one
of the wings of the army?
Wfio pays for the bayonets when
the soldiers charge them ?
When the “shrill music of tho
shells” is spoken of, is a bomb bard
meant?
How many spokes are there in tho
right wheel?
Do you use a pen or a pencil to
write about face?
Can stealing a leg of pork be called
a flank movement?
Can pickpockets be classed as rifle
men?
Can you play or sing a pla-toon?
Are the reports from the artillery
regiments to bo heard by the canuou-
cays?—.[The Ledger.
FOR THE HOUSEWIFE,
BKCHAUKKF. OK KISH.
Cut what cold fish you may have
loft from somo previous meal very
fine and put it into tho chafing-, i
with two lioaping (ablospoonf 8 if
butior. When the butter has melted
add a cupful of bread crumbs, two
eggs slightly beaten, two tableepoon-
fills of cream (or rich milk), a toa-
gpoonful of anchovy pasto, n little
popper and cayenne. Mix well to¬
gether; let simmer about live min¬
utes, stirring constantly, and servo
hot.—[Detroit Free Press.
SC It APPEL.
A subscriber from Pennsylva¬
nia furnishes tho following re¬
cipe for making scrappol: Boiled
bead, liver, und (ho trimmings from
hum and shoulders, and shins from
pieces intended for lard until easily
separated from tho hone, and thou put
through the snusnge-ciittor. Into the
liquor in which the meat was boiled,
all tho fin all bones being strained out,
stir in equal quantities of Indian and
buckwheat meal, sufficient to make
mush, inlo which stir tho chopped
moat, with seasoning of salt, popper
and sago. Allow llio whole mixture
to cook a few mi miles, stirring it con¬
stantly. Pour it into vessels to cool.
Being moro thoroughly cooked than
by (lie usual way it keeps better. To
servee it, slice and fry.—[American
Agriculturist.
CKOQUKTTES.
Croquettes cf various kinds aro
much liked,yet for want of care many
people fail to make lliom nicely. Here
is a recipe for chicken croquettes
which ought to he a success: Fry to¬
gether o;io ounce of butter and the
suine of flour, without lotting thorn
color, pour upon this half u pint of
milk, previously boiled with a blade
of inaco, and stir it all together til! it
boils, then add salt, cayenne and a
very littlo nutmeg. Strain it ihrough
a line sieve, mix with it (lie yolks of
two eggs, and stir over tlie iiro till of
the consistency of melted butter. Now
mix iuto this six good tnblespoonfuls
of finely minced chicken and put it
aside till cold, when you must lift it
out in dessert spoonfuls, roll these
into balls, dip them into flour, then
into beaten egg and lastly into fine
bread crumbs. Those balls can then
be shaped into cutlets, corks or any
form you please, taking care not to
break tho outer covoring. Fry to a
golden brown in clear boiling fat,
drain and serve.—[N.Y.World.
SOUTHERN KKIKD I’ll 1CKKN.
Tlie great art ami mystery of south¬
ern fried chicken seems to be the
knowledge which the famous colored
cooks share with sportsmen, that if
birds are cooked before tlie animal
heat leaves tlie body they are lender
as never before or after. Half an
hour aftor tlie order is given tho
gumost chick in tlie poultry yard is
sputtering in tho hot fat of the frying-
pan. Therefore as quickly us may be
after tho chicken is killed plunge it
for a moment first in boiling water
and then inlo cold and slrip off tlie
feathers. At this put tho frying-
pan over the lire with lard half an
inch deop and an equal quantity either
of butter or fresh cotlonsced oil to
heat while tlie chicken is being cut up
in joints suitable for frying; roll the
joints in flour, seasoned witii salt und
pepper; put them into tho hot fat,
nml fry them golden brown. About
half an hour will suffice to cook tho
chicken if tlie fat is smoking hot
when used, but not burning, with a
thick black cloud rising from the
fryingpan. Properly done, fried
chicken is simply inimitable. In
Maryland and Virginia it is often
served with gravy and little squares
of fried mush. Upon tiie Southern
railways colored lads come into
the cars with this most inviting
lunch dish brown and hot.— [Chicago
Nows.
HOUSliHOU) HINTS.
Cloths dipped in hot potato water
and applied to rheumatic joints will
ease the pain.
If nuts are oaten by a sufferer from
dyspepsia, let him salt them, aud the
evil effects disappear.
Fr,ed onions, if boiled, for a little
time previous to frying, iu milk, will
lie comparatively odorless.
A generous supply of hot, rather
strong lemonade, if taken at bed time
will break up a strong cold.
Spirits of camphor frequently
snuffed aud tasted will cure a cold in
the head, if taken at its beginning.
Peach leaves pounded to a pulp and
applied to a bruise or a wound from a
rusty nail will give immediate relief.
In making butter, do not allow the
milk to stand any great length of
time. Old cream makes bitter butter.
OFFICIAL ORGAN
FRANKLIN COUNTY ALUMCE.
$1.00 PER YEAR.
It Might Hare Born.
Had wo those words of comfort spoken
To heal tlie heart with sorrow broken,
Which came Into our minds to say,
More glad would he that heart today,
The time to speak those words were t lien,
We failed. Alas! It might have been!
Had we but bellied in word and deed
That sull'elcr, in time of need,
As well we know we could have done
His life lmd not gone with the sun;
The time for doing good was then.
We failed. A Iasi It might have been.
Mow often ns we view the day
Which from our grasp lias passed away.
We see the tilings we fulled to do
Or say, as we were passing through,
Wo should have done or said them then;
Wc failed. Alas! It might have been!
Oh, let us onoli, in life's short span
Think, say nml do what good we can.
Remembering, at break of day,
“Wc ne’er again will pass this way.”
Improving every chance, and then
We need not sigh, "It might have been t”
—Jennie K. StoulTer, in Chicago Sun.
11 U,MOltO IS.
Mountains may not have mouths and
noses, but wc have seen a mountaineer.
Tho watch that is placed over tlie
people’s interests at the polls must not
ho a repeater.
Tho theatrical mechanic, is not quar¬
relsome, but he often finds it neces¬
sary to raise a scene.
Tho artist who is away up in art
doesn’t like to see his pictures at the
exhibition in a similar position.
“Our baby is awfully nice,” re¬
marked Mabel. “It pulled my hair
yesterday, and then cried because I
did.”
Mr. Fresh—Do you believe in long
courtships? Miss Spoons—I don’t
believe in moro Ilian six or eight hours
at a session.
“Well, cook, and what did you
think of the young lady’s singing?”
“Lor, mnm, she sung beautiful—just
as if she was a-giirgllng.”
Tho man afflicted with frontal bald¬
ness hath this to console hint—it will
ho quite impossible for any one “to
pull the wool over liis eyes.”
Every young man has a private idea
that the woman who gets him will
win a prize. Somehow his sister en-
tortains a vory different idea.
It is strange that a man in financial
troubles bIiouWI seek relief by drown¬
ing himself. That seems the least
promising of remedies for keeping
one’s head above water.
Evolution of tlie Sword.
That the evolution of the sword has
passed through live distinct stages:—.
First cume tho epoch of pure carnage,
when men seemed to hew and hack
each other for tlie mere pleasure it
gavo thorn; next (he era of legend,
when stupendous and impossible feats
of anna were said to have been accom¬
plished. Then followed the feudal
time, a curious mixture of bloodshed
and religion, when tho piety of tho
crusaders was proved by t heir ability
to slush the equally bloodthirsty
Saracens. Succeeding this brutal
period sprang tho noble season of
skillful fence, as a sword, no longer a
weapon of pure attack, became a
mixed arm of offence and defence
combined. Finally wo see its fall,
being today a mere military accoutre¬
ment, after attaining a glory that no
one dreamed of during tlie days of
its first rude and barbarous use.
The most celebrated weapons in his¬
tory, uniting miraculous sharpness
with wonderful elasticity, are un¬
doubtedly the blades of Damascus.
Tlie sabres of Japan, although as hard
as a diamond, and taking an edge so
acute that they will go through a pil¬
low or poker as if they were air, cau-
not compete with tho old Syrian
swords because thoy have no elasticity.
This elasticity is not altogether a “lost
art,” as even today one may see in
Toledo, Spain, blades packed in coils
like watch springs, Swords have
been made during tiie present century
in Russia that rivalled in edge aud
bending qualities even tho famous
Damascus blades. At tlie Imperial
factory of Zlatoust, in the Urals, some
have been turned out which bent till
the point touched the hilt and which
would also cut through an iron bar.
More than this no blade has ever done,
or can do.—[Kate Field’s Washington.
A Remarkable Dog.
Alderman Dugan of this city is the
owner of a beautiful two-year-old
Gordon setter which is wonderfully
intelligent. For instance, this dog
goes out to the front yard gate every
morning and there receives in his
mouth from the carrier boy the d~ily
paper. He lias done this for the past
year aud has never missed a paper. The
moment it is plnoed iu his mouth the
dog darts back like an arrow to his
master and delivers tho mail. This is
ouly one of his remarkable indications
of almost human intelligence.— [Se-
dalia (Aio.) Ra^oo,