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SCHLEY COUNTY ENTERPRISE-
A J. HARP, Publisher.
A Woman’s Portrait,
Blssslng she is; God made her so,
deeds of week-day holiness
FjII from her noiseless as the snow,
p, lias dm over ehanced to kDow
r easier than to bless.
That aught were
She is most fair, and thereunto
Her life doth rightly harmonize;
Feeling or thought that was not true
y„'cr nuido less l>eautiful the blue,
Unclouded heaven of her eyes.
She is a woman; one in n hom
The spring time of bor childish years
Hath never last its fresh perfume.
Though knowing well that life hath room
For many blights and many tears.
—James Russell Lowell.
behind the counter.
“My first day at the store!” said Car-
jy Wallingford, with a curious thrill
through her, os if au ico cold stream
were trickling down the lino of her spi¬
nal column. “Oh, I wish I were a rich
girl, and didn’t have to work?”
“Work is honorable, my child,” said
old Uncle Wolsey, who, with his specta-
cles on liia nose was trying to spell
through the illegible paragraphs of the
daily paper, muttering to himself that
“either they didn’t print as good as they
used to, or else his old eyesight was fail¬
ing.” “Yes, I know,” fluttered Carry; “but
—but I’m very willing that someone else
6hould have the honor this time.”
Uncle Wolsey turned his glasses with
mild reproach upon his niece’s pink-and-
whitc balsam of a face.
“I wish I could be as brave ns you,
Uncle Wolsey 1” said Carry, as she tied
the crimson strings of her little capote
under her round chin.
Old Wolsey Wallingfcrd had sheltered
his little pet lamb by bis hearth-fold all
her lifetime until now. He was a jewel¬
er by trade, and he had kept his unpre¬
tending store open as long as possible.
But the tide of fashion went by, and left
him stranded on the unfrequented side- !
street, where the sign of the tarnished
silver watch attracted no further atten- I
'ion.
And one day, when he had set all day
in the window with his magnifying-glass,
working at some impossible old time¬
piece, whose owner had died and never
called for it, the twilight ' crept darkly
over liis eyesight and bis heart.
He laid down bis tools.
“All day long,” said he, “and never a
customerl Well-a-day! it is time for the
old man to shut up his store at last.”
II went out and put up the wooden
shutters, with a heart that was heavier
than they, and from that time thence-
forward the wooden imitation of the sil-
ver watch swung no longer over the door.
Uncle Wolsey had been conquered in
life’s battle, and had laid down his arms,
and now it was that Carry reluctantly
threw lierself into the breach.
How could she let the dear old man
starve? And Mr. Pickrell’s fancy and
dry goods store on Sixth avenue was
really a very creditable establishment,
and Mrs. Pickroll herself had promised,
10 m the severe heights i o tnc cashiers
Si a lngford 'VS" s niece, “ and Th if lici suvices
alary won i
creased in time.
So Carry buttoned up her sack, drew
on her neat lisle-thread gloves and took
the little basket, in which, wrapped in a
napkin, was packed her lunch of apple-
pie and cheese, nnd went forth to meet
her new career, little reckoning how
brief it was to be.
At first it was not very pleasant. The
store was small and stuffy, with gorgeou s
piles of cretonne and chintz at the door,
and festoons of laces, silk handkerchiefs
nnd colored jerseys flapping against the
lie;,ds of the girls behind the counter, of
whom there were three besides Carry—
hold, high-voiced damsels, who wore
their hair do wn over the bridge of their
noses aud giggled incessantly.
Customers came and went, change was
®ado and paper parcels expeditiously
wrapped up.
Mr. l’ickrell walked the floor with his
hniuls in his pockets, ordered away
small girls whose noses were flattened
too persistently against the windows out-
si ' lo a, 'd smiled beamingly on old ladies
>
who stopped to examine the quality of
-
die chintzes and flannel suitings.
Mrs, Pickroll reprimanded the young
Women with the banged hair for giggling
too loud when there were customers in
the store, and called to Carry to “mind
wimt she was about” when a box of rib-
hons fell off the counter upon the floor.
Carry grew very weary, her head began
t° ache, and sho wondered how long it
would be before “shutting-up time.”
At last a tall, brown-laced young man
jtime trimmed in, with wearing fur, a and foreign-looking somehow bearing coat
i° his aspect the indescribable stump of
cl onging to some other country.
One of the banged-haired nymphs was
sating her lunch; tho second iad rushed
^ar _________
b' C !' rWt aiul l the ° third c ' mti o e f° r engaged a ten dol- in
was
j 1111 impossible shade of ribbon
a young lady who was determined
nut t0 bc P'eused with anything.
, ,‘ Curr 1 ” shrilly
J signaled Mrs. Pick-
rell.
And our heroine advancod gallantly to
the rescue.
.'T'at can' 1 Show. y<5u?”-sho asked,
y, of the new customer.
•‘Silk, please,’Ysaid thetyoung man.
And whon 'Carry percdivcd tLat he
was considerably more embarrassed than
herself, she tookl courage.
“What color?* said she.
“I don’t knorw,” answered the cus-
tomer—“that is——I haven’t quite made
up my mind. Perhaps you could sug¬
gest—’’
“What is it for •?” Carry * asked, with
mild toleration of his evident bewilder¬
ment; and at tho samo time she could
not help perceiving that 'he was very
J handsome, with wavy blacklhair nnd and
dark, liquid eyes, long lashes, and plea-
j sant to look upon.
“For a dress."
“A dress? But is it for'a young lady,
or an old one?”
“I don’t know,” acknowledged the
gentleman—“young—that is, not old.
She can’t be over forty.—To tell you the
truth”—and he smiled in spite of him¬
self—“I’ve never seen the lady. But she
is a cousin of mine, and 1 want to make
her a present.”
“Yes, I understand," said Carry. “Is
it to be black or colored ?”
“What would you advise?” said the
stranger, blindly clutching at Carry’s
feminine counsel as a shipwrecked mar¬
iner may be expected to cling to a float¬
ing spar.
•'Black would perhaps be more suit¬
able, seeing that you don’t know the
lady’s age or complexion," remarked
Carry.
“But blue and pink are such pretty
colors 1” pleaded the dark-haired young
man, looking longingly at the piles of
lustrous fabrics on the shelves.
“Yes,” said Carry, growing inter¬
ested; “but they are only suitable for a
very few occasions, while black is always
appropriate.”
“I thought that only old ladies wore
black silk ?”
“Young ladies do, also,” calmly as-
scr * ed Carry,
“ If y ou werc selecting a dresn,” said
‘ he Granger, in desperation, “which
color would you choose ?”
“I would choose seal brown,” said
Carry, after a second or two of deliber-
ation.
“Eh? should you? Show me seal-
brown L then, please,” said the customer,
“It’s a little grave, perhaps”—surveying
the shining folds, “but it’s pretty, yes,
it’s very pretty 1 How many yards now
does it take for a dress ?”
“I should think,” said Carry, after a
second interval of reflection, “that fif¬
teen yards might answer if it was econ¬
omically cut."
“I don’t know anything about econ¬
omy,” said the young man; “I want a
good allowance.”
“Then I should recommend eighteen
yards,” advised Carry.
“Cut me off eighteen yards,” said the
S ent,eman - P rom P tl y; “ and P ut in thL '
linings atj,d trimmings and all that sort
of thing, please—you’ll know what I
need, better than I do myself. And I
sny-
“Sir?” said Carry, as , he , hesitated. .. ; ,
hi™” nnvthintr Sold that Itollo would make
. ! lor ’
y "VsHk neck muffler?” suggcsted
^ ^ acr098 the
shelves of the store, “or a pair of fur-
lined gloves?”
‘ ‘Capital I” said the customer. “Put
>em both in tho parcel.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Carry. “Where
shall we send them?”
“Nowhere,”' answered the customer.
“I’ll take them along myself, and then I
shall he sure that there is no mistake,
I’m a thousand times obliged to you
miss!”
“Not in the least,” said Carry, with
dignity,
So the dark-eyed stranger with ... tho
fur-trimmed coat departed, and Mrs.
P-C-krell praised the young sllop girl for
the good sale she had made.
“You’ll be a valuable hand in time,
said she. “It isn’t often we get a chance
to sell a silk pattern like that. Folks
mostly go on Broadway for their expen-
sive dresses,” she added, with a sigh,
Carry was very tired when she
came home in tho frosty October dusk.
Tile store did not close until ten, but tho
girls took turns, two by two, to stay af-
ter sunset, and Carry’s turn fortunately
did not come until the next night.
When she reached home Uncle Wol-
sey had the lamp lighted and the kettle
boiling for tea, and was slicing of! some
canned corn beef, and “minding” the
toast before tho fire at the same time.
It looked cheery and pleasant; Carry
drew a long sigh of relief.
“How nice it is to be at home, Unc’o
Wolsey I” she cried. “Do let me make
that toast! And, oh! it linsn’t been
such a very hard day, after all. Aud
Mrs. Pickroll says I’ve made the best
sale she has had for a week, Such a
handsome young 1 man. Uncle Wolsey 1
and he treated me as if 1 were a princess
instead of a working girl, and—”
“Stop, stop!” said Undo W T olsoy,
pausing with the knife still in his hand.
“I’ve had a good-looking young man
here, too, Carry. Needn’t think you’ve
got- a monopoly of the article. What do
you think of your poor mother’s coUsin
from the seal-fur . fisheries in Aaiska?
And what do you think of his bringing
these things here as a present for you and
ine—eh?"
ELLAV1LLE, GEORGIA. THURSDAY. FEBRUARY 10, 1887.
Uncle Wolsoy laid down the knife,
and carefully dusting his bands on the
roller-towel, drew forth from the bu-
feau-drawer . , seal-brown , , silk dross-
a
pattern, and a pair of fur-lined gloves,
wrapped around with a spotted silk neck
muffler.
“Why, Undo Wolsey—" alraost
shrieked Carry.
“What’s the matter?" said the
man. Ain’t they pretty? Oughtn’t ]
to have taken ’em?”
“It’s tho very man,” said Carry, tij
sold them to him this afternoon.”
•TIcy?” said Uncle Wolsey.
“At the store," said Carry. Oh
Uncle Wolsey l And is he really my
cousin? I am so glad.
“Olad of what? retorted a strong,
cheery voice, and in came the mysteri¬
ous stranger hitnself. “Why, I declare, ”
he cried, if there isn’t tho little girl who
sold mo the things to-day.”
“Glad that you aic my cousin,” saiu
Carry, with a mischievous smile aud a
low courtesy, ‘ 'Because—bocause 1
thought you were very pleasant and
kind—”
“And I thought-—” said the stranger.
“But no, I won’t tell you what I thought.
How do you do cousin?"
“I am so glad you chose the sea;
brown silk 1” demurely observed Carry.
What should I have done with a blue oi
a pink silk 1”
“It would have looked very well ol
you,’’said the cousin meditatively eyeing
her, “blue would have mutchcd youi ,
eyes; piuk, your checks.”
"Just my sentiments,” chuckled Unch
Wolsey. “Como, young ftlks—come:
tea is ready. And the toast is getting
cold.”
Not until the visitor had taken hi.-
leave did Uncle Wolsey, smoking hi:
pipe before the fire, impart to Carry at
additional piece of news.
“What d’ye suppose Mr. Lennox told
me he came down to the States for,
Carry?”
"I’m sure I don’t know,” said Carry,
innocently.
“To get him a wifel” said Uncle Wol-
?ey.
“Oh 1” said Carry, shading her face
from the fire. “lam sure I hope he
will be succe>srul 1”
The three banged-hair young maidens
at Pickrell’s Emporium subscribed to |
buy a Boh mian glass cologne set for
Carry Wallingford’s wedding present;
but they murmured much among them¬
selves becnu e this golden stratum of
luck had not come to them,
“We’re just ns pretty ns she,” saic
they; “and much prettier, some folks
would say. And why couldn’t the cus¬
tomer have fallen to our lot?”
There are some questions which Cupid
alone can answer. And he, the winged
rogue is obstinately silent .—Helen Foret
Craves. ;
A Remarkable Climate.
At a point where tho two ranges of th(
Cordilleras, the eastern and western,
which traverse Peru from north to south,
! m eet, and form what is known as tht i
junction ol Pn.co (.1 nujodc P„co, „
located the city of Cerro do Pasco, 15(1
: miles from Lima. It is built upon lion j
eycombed foundations and possesses .
most remarkable climate by reason of its ;
great height above the sea level. From i
December to March, a season which the j
| people of the Cerro term their winter, '
whereas in reality it is their summer, the
temperature during the day is from 1£
(o 13 degrees above zero, at night it fnlh I
to near zero, but the water seldom
freezes. |
During this season the sun appears at
| times, phi-re and from tbe purity of the atmos- j
the heat caused by his rays is al-
| most unbearable. A person may be j 1
| standing partly in tlm shade; that por-
^ . g d j sagreeab |y co i d) while the part I
d J tho glm is uncomfortab i,
^ ^ It wol| , d be d jffi cu i t to find
another locality where the atmospheric
changes are mo re distinctly marked.-
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How fo Fix George.
Bachelor Uncle- Ah, my dear, you
look as ] ire tty ns a picture. I don’t
wondcr George thinks so much of you.
j{ a8 tbe rascal propose(1 yet?
p r etty Niece—No, uncle, lie hasn’t,
j really believe he's afraid to.
“Why don’t you encourage him a lit- j
tie, my clear?"
“Ido, uncle; but you know it wouldn’t
bo mo dest to do too much encouraging."
“No, I'suppose., i’ll tell you what tr
do, though."
“What is it, you dear old thing?”
“Just wait till his birthday and pre-
sent him with one of those mottos—
, Qod Bless Our Home.’ If that doesn’t
flx b ; m noth ng will .”—Pittsburg His-
patch.
Poisoned by It’s Nurse’s Cosmetic.
A case is recorded in a German medi- j
cal journal in which an infant was |
poisoned by the lead contained in a cos-
metic on the face of the nurse. The!
child was five weeks old, and was con-
stantly crying and Miff .-ring with colic,
Its skin was of a dull b u s'i tint. The
nurse had long been in the habit of using
a cosmetic which contained a large pro-
portion of load. It is stated that upon j
removal of the cause, and appropriate |
treatment a cure was effected in a fen
days .—-litalth and Home. |
A SWORD DUEL.
1 A . Hard Fight for the Richest ,
Heiress In Virginia.
Tlie Young Lady’s Laughing Suggestion
Adopted by Her Two Lovers.
An Alexandria (Va.) letter to tboNew
York Sun notes the fact that “Mrs. Henry
Nevil, nee Dulanoy, the richess heiress
n Virginia, has taken up her residence
in this aristocratic old town,” and con-
iinues as follows: “Sho is often seen
)n lbo street with her husband, the
^“dsome young Irishman who won her
it the point of the sword, nnd tho pair
ire much admired. Their presence here
has set people to talking about tho fa-
mom sword contest in which Nevil
iliowed himself to be the finest fencer
in the South, and by which ho won his
bride and great wealth. It occurred
some ten years ago. Mrs. Dulaney was
then the belle of this part of Virginia.
Her father, Colonol Hal Dulaney, was
worth |5,000,000, and the daughter was
to inherit half of the amount. As she
was beautiful as well as Wealthy, tliero
were many suitors for her hand. Among
them, the two most favored were a young
Englishman named Randolph, who was
lm °® cer ber Majesty® Household
Guards, and Henry Nevil, an Irishman
wbo bad ^ 0U gLt in the French and Aus-
tr ‘ im armies. Both were handsome,
maldy fellows, though not burdened
with riches, and for n time their chances
,eemcd about eqjial.
It soon became evident tliat they hated
eacb otber ver Y cordially, and all tide-
vvater Virginia eagerly awaited the re-
BU h of the contest for Miss Dulaney’s
smde3> As both were very high tem-
P ered and familiar with the use of wca
P° n, > th « lad J had “ hard time to keo P
tbem * rom vent ' n g their hatred in a
^ > ^ 00ld y way. Still, with a giri s coquet¬
ry, she led them on, showing no decided
preference for either, and sometimes ap¬
pearing indifferent to both. One evening
the three were in tho drawingroom to¬
gether, The rivals addressed each other
only when absolutely necessary, and then
with smothered anger in their tones.
Finally Miss Dulaney got tired of that
B °rt °f thing, and said laughingly:
“Why don’t you go out and have a
? ood % ht > instead of snarling at each
"" * r a wa y*t
“We will do it,” they exclaimed in
one breath. The lady continued the
conversation la a bantering tone, not
dreaming that the men were in earnest.
Next day, however, she discovered that
they had actually adopted her laughing
luggestion.
When the rivals left the house they at
onoe arranged the preliminaries for a
duel. A meeting place was selected just
off the Dulaney estate, the time fixed
upon was the following morning at sun¬
rise,and swords were chosen as weapons.
At the time agreed upon they met, with
their seconds, and there ensued tho
most bloody duel that has ever taken
place on Virginia soil. It was evident
Iron, .he beginning .h». Nn.il w„ .be
more expert swordman on account of liis
experience in the French army. Ran-
dolph handled the sword well, too, but
lacked the graoe and facility of move-
incut of his opponont. Moreover, the
Englishman was very much excited.
As they faced each other
they exchanged glanees, which
meant plainly tight to the
death. Then they set to, Randolph
striking fiercely and wildly at his enemy,
while the Irishman cooly took the defence,
parrying his blows with ease and await-
ing his chance for a thrust. It came at
last, and he neatly removed a large piece
of Randolph’s ear. The pain seemed to
madden the Englishman, and he bore
down upon his enemy with indiscreet
desperation. Nevil quitjtiy got in anoth.
or strike, which mutilated the English¬
man’s nose. The rest of the fig .t was
*ough anil tumble on Randolph’s part,
while Nevil not for a moment lost his
presence of jivind. He finally disabled
tho Englishman by getting in a thrust on
his sword, arm. He did-this merely, to
prevent downright tnirelt murder, for he knew
he houid unlolph apart piece by
piece without injury to himself, and ho
too, Randolph would die rather
than yield as long as he could hold a |
gw ord.
Miss Dulaney was so; ry for Randolph's
misfortune, but she smiled more than
ever on Nevil whom, it turned out, she
had loved all the time. Three months
afterward R andolph rose from his sick
bed disfigured for life, left the country
an d has not been heard from since,
About the same time Nevil and Miss Du-
laney were married.
Tile Law aud the I’roflls.
Mrs. Bumpkin's oldest boy had gone
West, and a friend of the family
was making some inquiries about him.
“j understand John is an attorney,”
he said.
'‘Yes, and he got lots of busi-
n ess,” she answered, with a mother’s
pride.
“I* he * criminal lawyer?”
A shadow fell upon the good old lady’s
f aC e.
"No, not y#t,” sh* *»id. “Leastways
he hain’t told me. But I’m afraid he
be. The law is so dreadful tempt-
ing.”
Protection Against Frost.
The agricultural countries in Europe,
France especially, often suffer from lato
Spring frosts, which destroy tho young
vogetation and do much mischief. It
1ms been seriously proposed tliero to
guard against tlieso by building tiros
about tho fields with the idea that tho
warmth would avert frost. This might
answer if there were enough of the tires.
But some lato investigators, remember¬
ing that such frost never occur on cloudy,
nights, for tho reason that clouds pre¬
vent tho rndiation of host from the earth
nnd tho consequcnt chilling of tho
ground propose to combine tho warming
eflect of fires wi(h thu rroduction 0 f
arUflcial c i ou ds. The method for nc-
complishincr this result consists in plac-
| j n „ n hout the fields to bo protected wlmt
might be called cartridges formed of a
j mixture of pitch, resin, oil, coal-tar,
bitg of wood nnd com b U8 tibIc rubbish,
a q m ; xed -with earth and formed into
conelike shapes. These cones stand on
three short wooden legs, and a hole in
the base contains a buuch of shavings
soaked in coal-tar. The material of the
cones being waterproof, they may be ex¬
posed to the water for an indefinite
period without injury, and the sliaving 8
for kindling are protected by the mass
about them. The materials burn with a
great deal of smoke. The only objection
to the plan would soem to be in the eflect
0 f t bc gjuQjje on tender vegetation. Few
things are more injurious to plants than
the vapor of coal-tar, and the young
9 ) 100 t s 0 f vines arc particularly sensitive
to noxious influences. The only value
^ p rescn t of the above suggestion is
tba j oGler investigators may make ex¬
j, erlmon ts in a similar line which might
an8wcr the purpose required.—
Cultivator.
Washington’s Birthplace.
There is scarcely a sign now of the
house in which Washington was born,
on the lower Rappahannock, nor any
more of the other houses where he passed
his boyhood, over against Frederickburg,
and in tho landscape which must have
been known to our soldiers who fought
at Chancellorville. Both these houses
were rf tho old Virginia stamp- big
roomy piles of lumber, with long, slop.ng
bent roof in the rear, nnd two huge
chimneys slapped against the extenor
walls at cither end. It was at tbe home
j in Stafford county must have happened- -
j episode . , or the cherry tree; and it
j waa there, too, happened (after Ins
father’s death) that other better nu-
then treated incident of the boy’s sub-
jugation of a young thoroughbred colt
which nobody could master; and yet
this mtrepea 1 lad known os George •
Washington, . and , . known for . athletic . ,
’ many •
feats , even as . boy, did master tho . brute,
a *
aud . so enrage him , by the mastership
that , . the , poor animal, in frenzy of „ pro-
* a •V. 1
testing plunges, died ,. . under , the
very
*
s cat A of the boy master. This martyr J to
young w Washington’s , . , iron resolve , was
a
great pet of bis mothers, under whose
special guidance the fatherless lad hod
now come; and there may have been a
bone to pick between them regarding
the colt; but never, then -or thereafter,
any real breach in their mutual -regard or
love .—Amerioan Agriculturist.
Somewhat Absent-Miudcd.
“Speaking of embarrassing episodes,”
said a real estate man, “I unconsciously
aided and abetfed in one the other day.
; I went into one of the large down-town
lunch rooms with a friend who is a
connoisseur In tho mattcT of overcoats.
He wears a good coat and he always re¬
moves'this coat with care and hangs it
up with due reference to the turn of the
collar. As he was in the act of Banging
up his coat he knocked mine «down, ahd
stooping with apologies he caught mine
up and replaced it. My friend boasts a
good deal of his self-possession under
trying circumstances, but as lie put my
coat in place he caught the eyes of two
lady acquaintances at a distant table,
and removing his hat he made a .most
elaborate bow. Then he absent-minded¬
ly pot his hat in the rack, and, forgetting
that he had already removed his over-
c * n1; ’ un buttoned his cutaway, and before
1 couId interfcro he « tood ' beforo
or s ' xt y ladies nnd gentlemen
I’ rresent; ln b ' 3 shirt sleeves. There wag
a lau -? h at hls ex P en! *e, and he afterward
explained to me that he would not have
had it happen in the presence of those
ladies for a thousand dollars.” — Chicago
Inter- Ocean.
Doubtful of the Outcome.
Life insurance agent (filling out appli¬
cation)—Your genera! health is good, is
it not?”
Applicant—“Neverhada sick day iu
my life.”
Agent—“Um. Youdonot contemplate
entering upon any hazardous undertak¬
ing, 1 suppose?”
Applicant—“Well, yes, I am afraid I
do. I am going to get married Wednes¬
day. M - Lowell Citizen.
The W ar of “’12.”
“You say you were in the war of ’12?”
“Certainly.”
“And yet you are only thirty years
old?”
‘You are correct.”.
Very well; now, sir, I would like
to know how you make that appear.”
“Why, you see, there were eleven
others in tho choir.”
POPULAR SCIENCE.
Tho most popular telescopes now Tn [
uso magnify 2000 times. As the moon j
is 210,000 miles from the earth, it is thus j
practical^ brought to within 120 miles,
at which distance tho snowy peaks of I i
.......... —. - di.s.c.1,
visible to the naked oyo.
The “bird , „ . , spider” of tropical America
has a body 4 1-3 inches long. Tho circle
of tho tips of the legs has a dismeter of
seven inches. It is so named because it
builds its nest to capture small birds,
lizards and reptiles. Tho nests usually
contain 1500 to 2000 eggs. There are
about 100 species of this formidable crea¬
ture.
Dyspepsia, palpitation cf the heart
and nervousness are among the disorders
attributed to tho use of strong tea in cx-
CCS ‘, but the most remarkable eflect
seems to liavo been obsi rved in the case
of a young girl reported by an English
medical authority to have had attacks
exactly 'resembling delirium tremens as a
result of a habit of chewing tea leaves.
Vast arid and almost rainless tracts in
Australia, according to Mr. Joseph
Bosisto to Victoria, are thickly covered
with a dwarf Eucalyptus, barely eight
feet high. The stem of this shrub con¬
tains half a pint of water, which bush-
men quickly obtain, yet inexperienced
travellers in these regions often die of
thirst.
A curious application has recently
been made of electricity to condense
dusts and fumes. If air fillod with
smoke is charged with [electricity, the
smoke at once flies to the sides of the
containing vessel in a way that appears
almost magical. In the same way,
electricity will-cause fine dusts, which
are often very difficult to’remove from
the air, to condense, or coagulate so M
j to be easily removable,
I A new W ork by Dr. Louis Jobert
| 6ta t e8 that no purely'left-handed discovered, race
ba9 evcr been although 70
per cent, of the inhabitants of the Pend-
jab use the left hand by preference, as
do also the larger part of the Hottentots
and Bushmen of South Africa. In a
study of criminals, Dr. Marro has found
that from fourteen to twenty-two pel
cent of convicts were left-handed, the
highest ratio among people of all classes
being only nine in the hundred.
By means of a sensitive thermopile and
forated djsc of card . board) Pro f.
g , R Germau physicist, has prover
tliat extraluminous patches on the solar
dUc gro more intensely hcatcd than th(
Rnd tfaat tho dark 8pot8 aro coole]
^ the R e Burface . The hottest
. must . develop v , ascending gas cur
regions
rents, to A which descents , . of g cooler . am
masses must . necessarily . correspond, ,
These descending gases must . generate
, the , dark , , spots, . and , tho ascending
pro
duce , the prominences . which , . , are oh *
served . to , shoot / . to . enormous , heights, . . .
up
^ th j, conlirracd by the f ac t tha
sun-spots always form on extra bright
parts of the sun.
An “Odd Fish” Out of Water.
A story was told' tho other day ii
Washington about Jim Green of Missou¬
ri, a “character” of the anti-bellum days.
Green always made a point of tho faol
that, so far as he knew, he had neve:
’ church in his life. He had been
been to
to camp’-meeting once, he said, but h<
did not remember that very well, and h«
really had no idea what a church service
was like. Some of his colleagues in the
S natc labored with him to get him to gi
to church just to hear what he would saj
nbout it when he got back. It took threi
or four weeks • of persuasion, but finall]
Green went to church. When he goi
back to luncheon at his hotel a largo cir
cle of friends sat solemnly awaiting hii
report. “What church did you go to?”
-was the first question asked. “I don’1
know, I’m sure,” replied Green; “it wai
a-brown church up on Third street.’
Th y gathered from this that he had at¬
tended old Triuity Episcopal. “Well,
what did you think of it?” they contin¬
ued. “O, I'm not a good judge ol
churches,” said Green; “haven’t I tolc
you that I never was ;n a church before
in my life? 1 don’t know anything about
them.” “O, well,” they persisted, “wh*
did you think of this one, anyway?’
“Well,” said he, “if you must have it, 1
thought there was too much reading o:
the journal and too little general debate.’
— Troy Times.
Wittdowf Glass a Novelty.
A correspondent of th - Bangor Com
mercial recently saw in an old -fashionec
farm-house in Troy, Mo.,- the first giasi
window ever brought into that town
The occupant of the farm-house hauled
to Bangor with his steers ajoad of hand¬
made staves, and of furs he had caught
in his traps, and bartered them for i
glass window. “I was careful how I
handled it,” says the old gentleman. Hi
intended to buy seed corn with his pelts
and staves, but bis wife wanted a win
dow, and he bought one to please her-
It was a great curiosity in. the town,
sixty years ago. -Lewiston (Me.) Journal.
“How are collections, doctor?” hi I i
asked of a young physician.
“Sow.”
i “What’s the trouble?—money tight?’;
S “No; the trouble is, nobody owes mi
» anything .—Bazar. ,
VOL. 11. NO. 20.
Recompense.
Every ,n,iimertime, whon roses fad*,
Fade i one more rose.
Every autumn, whon ttie dead leave* f*U,
One more loaf goes.
Ono more bird flios with the flying year,
Flaet-winged and strong-
■-“"■"'rxsr.r
But each frost-tlrao, £ when the heaven’s anA
GleMM ld am , far ,
Tbroujh tho trembling twilight gloom
ascends
Another star. "n
Sometime all the roses will be gone.
Tho leaves, all dead,
Fill the paths with heaps of rusty gold,
While overhead,
Only empty nests, forsaken, fill
The branches bare;
Only songs of wandering minstrel winds
Sweep ’round them there.
Yo f , wiiat matter, Soul? Thy recompense
Look up and see—
Where, wilh countless stars o’er-brimmed,
the sky
Spreads over thee.
When no more eartli-rnusio sounds, then,
sweet,
Will greet thtne ears,
Seraph music wafted down, past far
Mist-silvered spheres.
—Albion if. Fellows in the Current.
HUMOROUS.
Children of the sea —Harbor buoys.
Every miser should have a chest pro¬
tector.
The greatest wag ever known—A wo¬
man’s tongue.
Hostlers are never on good terms to¬
gether. There is always a hitch among
them.
If a dealer in gravc-stoncs were to fail,
some newspaper would be sure to refer to
the disaster as “a bust in marble.’’
An ordinary small boy is never so hap¬
py as when ho is standing under a safe
that is being hoisted to the fifth story.
A Michigan woman kicked a bear to
death a few days ago, and now her hus ¬
band never contradicts anything sho
says.
There is everything to discourage a
man who sells medicines. Ilis best arti
clc is pretty sure to ba a drug on the
market.
Misery loves company, and company
causes the good housekeeper a great deal
of misery, too, wlien she hasn’t unything
cooked in the house.
“Were you ever engaged in a duel,
Col. Blood?” “Yes, sir, I was, sir."
“Did it terminate seriously?” “Yes; 1
was arrested and fined iflO. ”
Women who have a habit of turning
round in the street to inspect other wo¬
men's dresses will learn with envy that a
fish has been found which has eyes in
the back of its head.
"Augustus, dear,” said the gentle
girl, tenderly pushing him from her a*
the moonlight flooded tho bay window
where they were standing, “I think you
had better try some other hair dye; your
moustache tastes like turpentine.”
Orlgln of th# Great Western Cattle
Herds.
8. T. Simmotids, wtio lias made large
investments in Western cattle business,
said the other day that the original stock
of cattle from which the great herds of
to-day have been for the most part bred,
was an inheritance from the Spaniards,
lie added: “I was out in Wyoming re¬
cently, where I met Thomas Sturgis,
whore intimate knowledge of the cattle
business probably exceeds that of any
man in the West. He told me that the
breeding of ranch cattle was begun by
the driving from Texas* 1808 and suc¬
ceeding years into the plains to the
northward of a part of the vast growth
of cattle which had sprung up there wild,
unwatched aud untamed during the war.
These herds were all of Spanish or Mex¬
ican origin. The meat -was coarse and
the animal full of the wildness of gener¬
ations of the untamed ancestors. These
cattle have been improved as the cattle
business has grown by the importation
of breeding animals from Missouri, Iowa,
Illinois, Kentucky and in some instances
from New York and Europe. In 1883
the ranchmen of Wyoming alone paid
out over a million dollars for breeding
animals. Tbe general idea of the public
that all a ranchman has to do is to turn
his cattlo loose on tho plains, rouudthcm
up once a year and kill off the fat ones,
is quito ridiculous. Tho cattle business
requires capital, labor and attention no
less imperative than any other branch o!
industry .”—Nem York Tribune.
Kept Wailing.
“Your resturant gives a man a good
appetite.”
“Glad to hear you say so.”
“Makes a man hungry to come in
here.”
“You flatter me.”
“When I came in here, J don’t have a
bit of appetite,' but before I go out I aro
kun S r y M a hear.”
“Why, how’s that?
“ IIave ,0 wait 80 loa S after 6 ivin K
order to tlle waiter 1 ncnrl > r starve to
death. ’ Lynn Un ion.
A Funny Sto: y.
‘Hu! ha! hat" laughed D tmley.as he
finished a long chestnut. “Capital story,
cb ’ T ’ eatherly? ’
“Yes,” replied Fenthcrly, “it’s good
ever time, Dumley; good every time.”