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About The Pickens County herald. (Jasper, Ga.) 1887-???? | View Entire Issue (Nov. 6, 1890)
W. B MtNCEY, Editor. ; VOL. IV Life and Death. (Chen life was life In days long hence And death was death, as all men knew, Then no one asked the why or wheuce, And each to either gave his due; Then one beside the other grew. But science came with mystic band And bound the old within the new. For life and death go hand in hand i . . And now we feel the subtle sense Of life-in-death, that thrills us through. And long with hearts and sou's intcuso "The coii of fate to swift undo. I'o pierce the secret of the blue Far niches of the skyey land, And hope and dread our spirits woo. For life and death go hand in hand. ?' *•'•’ (V^strive to reason—vain pretense; 'We search, yet find no bidden clue, The veil of Isis meets us iLnse And no one knows the false or true; Like ships adrift without a crew, We blindly scik an unknown strand. But see no beacon blaze in view, For life and death go hand in hand. ENVOY. Prircc, wise beyond your years are you, Yet doubt I if you understand , Thediff renre between the two, For life and death go hand in hand. 1 . PATTY'S PRESUMPTION. “IIullo!” A little while face turned wearily an ■ a gleam of interest shot into the tired eyes as they ralight sight of Patty outside (he window, rally was slori gud, fat ami her face covered wit§ Iicefclc.s, but to die lit: 1 c invalid thcYcuicU a picture of beauty, for belonged to tiie great outside -world of which (lie fie. girl caught an occasional glimpsq from her window in Iho big red bride -hospital. “Hullo,” she said, returning Patty’s vigorous greeting in a weak- little voice. “See, I hnv • broug ht v on some flowers,” continued Pattjv.hqiyiug up her hands full of buttercups and Tnisics. “I get them at a picnic; but how s all I get them up to you? "Will they let me climb up to the window?” Patience nodded and Patty, tying the flowers iu her handkerchief, v climbed lightly up, clinging to light¬ ning rod and winds w sill, and holding by one hand emptied tiie contents of the handkerchief into Patient’s lap. The sick child gave a cry of gladness, and gathering them up held them to her face. “They’re lots prettier iu tiie woods • and meadows,” said Patty. “They just peek up auioagiiie green leaves so cute. 1 wish you c mid see them.” “I wisli I could,” said Patience, her face full of longing. “1 never was in the woods in all my life." “Oh, my!” gasped Patty, “how sorry 1 am for you. 1 wish I could take you there, but wc haven’t any¬ thing but ouj-.baby carriage, and you could not double your feet up in that, 'cause you're lame.” Just then the matron enlcrc I, giving Patty such a fright that she nearly fell Off the window ledge, but (lie matron smiled when riic saw her, and s opped to look at (he flowers. “Her name is Patty,” exclaimed Patience, “and she lives next door She feels so sorry for mo because I'm lame that she has saved me these flowers. >Shc says if they had a car¬ riage she would take me to the woods, too.” “"Well, 1 don't,know about tint; if they had a carriage they would he like all the rest of tho folks—never a thought formal fy one hut themselves. I often think (hat if the people who have carriage's would remember the sick in the hospitals how many weary days would he brightened.” “Patty, Fatly,” cried a shrill voice, “ma says (o come borne and take care of (lie baby.” And she slid down to the ground pondering the matron’s words. Patly lived so near the hos¬ pital Ihat she caught many gli npses of the suffering within those high brick walls, but si c had never been able to show her sympathy fur the little in¬ mates except by ail occasional cheery nod and a “IIullo” when she caught sight of a face at the window. Patience had been there so long that she felt very well acquainted with her, and her tender little heart was filled with plans to take her to the woods as she sat Lobbing (he baby up and down iu liis crib. She lived iu the rear of 011 c of the great avenues,and as she watched the carriages roll past she wondered why it was that it was only those who had none who wanted to take sick people to drive. Just then a carriage came by that Patty had often admired. The stately horses,with their clanking silver chains, the immovable coachman in high (Qf^ggpts, and the soft silken cushions against which Mrs. Muclimore leaned would be just the thing for Patience’s lame back, Patty thought. “She looks sick herself,” she com mented, as Mrs. Mnchmore’s dis-atis fled eyes rested ou her and the baby for a moment and then turned lau guidlv away. “I shouldn’t wonder a bit if she would do it if she only Ahpu*tu of it, l believe I’ll ft* her.'' pckettri Lfe County The idea was to fascinating that Patty could think of nothing else. She had always wanted to make a call on somebody and Irrc was her chance. She remembered having heard some¬ where that people who called must have calling cards, and she set about making one. A sheet of notopaper was cut in two and Miss Patty Haw¬ kins was printed upon it in her very best letters. Then her mother’s best hat and lace mitts were borrowed. She did not stop to ask for them, so sure was she tlint the object of her call would make her willing to len l them. Tho baby was cross that afternoon and would not go to sleep, and Patty was in despair for fear 1 cr visit could not be made. But at last she was free, and summoning all her courage she mounted the massive stone steps, card in hand, and rang the bell. The tall footman who opened (lie door stared in astonishment at the queer little figure before him. The fat, freckled face turmouiucd by the tall hat crowned with waving feathers, and the tnonst ous lace initts, brought a to his usually severe coun e n a nee. “Is Mrs. Muclimore to home?” asked Patty, se cnely handing him the card. Thomas was about to make reply that Mrs. Muclimore was engaged, when the voice of her maid at hits elbow stopped i.im. “Don’t send her away. The mis¬ tress is in one of her worst spells, and if anything can bring her out of it a sight-bf that, young one will.” So Thomas gravely led the way to Mrs. Muclimore’s room, Patty’s card on his salver, and followed by Pat’y .herself. “Miss Patty Hawkins,” he an¬ nounced, throwing open the door. Mrs. Muclimore raised her languid eyes, and then sat up in surprise. “Ah, Miss Hawkins, are yon we l?” “Yes’m, so a 3 to be about,” an¬ swered Patty, remembering the oft repeated phrase of an old woman who visited her mother. Thomas placed her a chair and de¬ parted with a grin. Mrs. Muclimore hesit.tcd for a moment and then asked, “ s there anything special you called to see me about ?” “Yes’m,” answered Polly, “it is about your carriage. I should like to borrow it.” Then, seeing tlie lady’s jook of as'onishment sbe hastened to add. “It’s for Patience—she’s lame, you know—I can walk. If your man is.too bu«y to go, my pa can drive real good, lie drives the grocery wagon lots of times.” “I do not think I quite understand you,” faltered Mrs. Muclimore. “1 do not know who Patience is.” “Why, she’s the little gild over to tiie hospital.” And Patty, forgetting that she must hold her head very still on account of her hat, which was very much too large, nodded toward the building. Down dropped the hat to her shoulders, comple cly hiding her fat face. She hastened to put it back, crimson with embarrassment, stealing a quick glance at her hostess. But no one could have told from Mrs. Muchmorc’s face but that she was accustomed to have her visitors’ hats extinguish them like a pair of snuffers. By a few words she succeeded in making Patty fee! at case and was lis¬ tening with interest to the story of Patience. “Tell her when you see her again that I shall be very glad to take her to the woods tomorrow if it is pleasant; and my man i 1 never tco busy to drive me,” she aildod, with a smile. Patty, full of excitement, ran home to her mother, forgetting the borrowed hat “Why, Putty Hawkins!” she cried, angrily, giving her a little shake, “where have you been with my hat?” “I've been to call on Mrs. Much more,” answered Patty, eagerly, “and she asked me to come again.” “Well, you are the most presump tionest child I have ever heard of.” And Mrs. Hawkins, forgetting her vexation, burst into peals of ringing laughter. “A 6 kcil von to come again, did she? Ila, ha, ha! with that liat> ha, ha, ha! And those mitts, ho, ho, ho. If you ain’t the very funniest looking figure I ever see. You’re enough to make the most melancholy woman in the world go into hysterics, ha, ha, ha! ” “She didn’t laugh at all,” cried Patty, the tears starting to her eyes. “and she’s going to take Patience to ride.” True to her word, Mrs. Mucbmore called for Patienco the next day, and it^eeipedto her as she sat by the child s side that she looked at the trees, the field and the river for the first time, for she saw them through the eyes of the little invalid, whose pleasure too deep for words. “It’» now Me beayen,” she said We Seek the Reward of Honest Labor.” JASPER, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1890. once, in answer to u question from hor new friend. “No, ma’am. I never saw anything so beautiful before. 1 got hurt when I was a little bit of u thing, anil I never could walk since. Oh, no, I don’t mind it so much now, because 1 can sit in a chair by the win¬ dow. It is hard to stay in bed all the time.” That was only tho beginning o£ many drives for Patience, and before the summer was over sbe went for a week to Mrs. Muchmorc’s cottage by the lake and Patty wes invited to go with her and amuse her. When she had once begun Mrs. Muchmorc found it hard to know where to stop, and the little inmates of the children's hospital began to think of her as their good fairy. “What a pleasure it must he to bo rich,” said a fricml to her one day. “Yes,” answered Mrs. Muchmorc, “but I never found it out until this summer and I shnll never cease to be grateful to Miss Patty Hawkins for helping me to too tho real biassedness iu it.— [Congregationalist. The Man and the Smasher. "While we were waiting at Trenton for tiie Long Hrancii train a lot of baggage had to be transferred. The manner in which it was handled ex¬ cited the indignation of a score of pas¬ sengers, but no one wanted a “scene” and no protests were nude until the last trunk was reached. It was au ordinary zinc trunk, well strapped, and stout enough to go around the world with fair usage. The man oil the truck ended it up, gave it a twist and a fling, and it struck on end with a crash and burst open. The owner had been quietly surveying operations, and as the climax came he stepped for¬ ward and asked: “IIow much will it take to repaii that trunk?” “Blamedfino,” was the reply, fol¬ lowed by a chuckle. “Then I will post you iu your busi¬ ness,” quietly remarked the passon ger. lie was a solid, broad-shouldered man; with one grab he had the bag¬ gageman by the hip and shoulder and held him aloft as if lie had been a bundle of hay. “What’s the damage?” he asked as he prepared for a heave. “Here — stop — hold on—don’t!” shouted the terrified destroyer of bag¬ gage. “What’s the damage to my trunk?’ “Five d-dollars, and I’ll pay it.” “O.i, you will? very well.” His victim bad scarcely reached his feet when he fished up a $6 bill. His face was whiter than flour, and he trembled so that ho had to sit down. “Don’t forget that a passenger’s trunk has all the rights of a passen¬ ger,” said the man as he turned away to light a cigar and walk up and down. “Who is he?” I asked of the man on my left. “Don’t you know? Why, that's Muldocn, the wrestler and trainer.”— [Detroit Free Press. “Hit Me, Too.” A certain genial old Bostonian, who is a gentleman of leisure, likes nothing better than to watch the sports ot children and contrive pleasant sur¬ prises for them. Tho Transcript telii this story about him: At 011 c time, while loileriug neat the border of the pond in the Public Garden, which is not far from his residence. Mr. B—observed several small boys 011 the curbstone, in stoop¬ ing postures, paddling the water with their hands. The temptation to tap the back of one of these bending ur chilis was great and Mr. 15— did tap one briskly. The boy straightened up like a flash, looked around and called out: “What did you strike me for, sir?” “So that you might rise and take this piece of money, my lad,” said the old man, handing him a dime. The boy, entirely appeased, grinned broadly. And instantly all the other boys flocked np to Mr. B——, each one shouting at the top of his voice: “Say, mister, hit me, will yer, mis¬ ter?” Hhe Read Him at Once. “Is it trwue that you can—aw— wead cbanvacter in the hand, Miss Flitters?" “Oh, indeed, yes, Mr. Smartic. 1 am quite an adept.” “W-wcll wead mine, w-won’t yon ?” “Why certainly. Hin! Your hand is very soft, Mr. Smartio.”—[Bazar. A Decided Coolness. ,,j noticed a coolness between Miss jj ose j ea f anf j yt r . Treatley last night.” “Is that so? And they're engaged, too.” “Yes: they were eating ice cream If, when I saw tli<?m,’V-[Mun«By’if Wepk* OLD AND NEW. Former War-Shipaand Those of Today Compared. , Manifold Duties Required of Modern Men-ot-wars Men. Tho old sailing frigate and the great line of battle ships, with towering masts and enormous squr-res of can vas, their long roivsoi guns, tier upon tier, their crews of seven hundred men, have disappeared in the mists of tho past along with '.ho heroes of Cooper and Marry a, S The smallest vessel of our squadrojr, with her six guns, her powerful engines, and all the appliances of defence and offence, that steam and electricity, in short, that modern science contributes to the safety and efficiency of a ship and a ship’s company of the present time, would destroy a whole fleet of “saucy Arethusas.” With the change i.i the ships, a change in the life and the training of a sailor has come, a change so g oat, that one of Nelson's old sea-dogs, or even Jackie of our late war, wou.d be dumbfounded at the manifold duties required of a modern man-of-war’s man. Jack must be a soldier liowa days as well as a seaman, lie must understand the intricate mechanism of the revolving cannon, the delicate sights and complicated breech appara¬ tus of the heavy guns with their hy¬ draulic mountings, the management and care of his magazine l-ifle and his self-cccking revolver, as well as how to go aloft in a gale of wind and “pa^s the weather ear-ring,” to pull an oar in a boat, or to knot mid splice a rope. In a man-of-war’s crew of today, many of the men must be specially trained for the peculiar kind of work falling to their share in the general tout-ewsen bio of modern scientific ap¬ pliances that aro necessary to insure the efficiency of the ship as an instru¬ ment of warfare, and to provide for the comfort and welfare of those serving on board her. For ev r ample, the Yorktown, which at the time of (he writing of this article is probably the most thoroughly equipped with the newest appointments of any of tiie vessels of our new navy now% commission, comprises in ils crew of 180 men—exclusive of her line offi¬ cers, surgeon, engineers, and pay¬ master—several expert electricians to run the dynamo and keep in order the electric appliances; machinists—one of whom is a boilermaker, and the others qualified for duties connected with the running and repairing of the complicated engines, Iho distilling of the drinking-water, tho heating ap¬ paratus, and the many uses tliut steam may be put to; an apothecary, several so-called yeomen as ’ssislants to the paymaster, engineers, etc.; besides a blacksmith, tailor, painter, carpenters, taiimakcr and others. An Insect that Is Iionght and Sold. The cochineal is of interest to us because of ils use iu making scarlet dyes. It is found in the woods in hot countries, particularly in certain parts of Mexico and South America, its habitat being the plants of the cactus family. The female is the most im¬ portant member of the cochineal house¬ hold, as she is the color-producer. She is wingless, of a deep brown color, and her body is covered with a whitish powder. This little insect fastens itself to a branch of the cactus, and thrusting its beak into the mass it stays there usually, for life, sucking the juices of the plant. It increases in size rapidly and soon it is hard to tell it from a seed or berry. "When the female is full of eggs she stops feeding, incloses herself in a white downy film which she spins for herself, and dies. But it is now that her usefulness really begins. Just be. fore the eggs arc laid the cochineal is fullest of the coloring matter which forms so important an article of com¬ merce. The whole plant seems then to bo laden with its purple harvest, and the myriad insects are brushed off upon pieces of cloth spread to catch them. Theu they are speedily killed by hot water or on hot plates, and when dried are ready for the market. IIow many of tiiese little cochineal bugs do you suppose are required to weigh a pound? Seventy thousand! “Well,” says some bright lad, “If it takes so many to weigh a pound the stock of cochineal dye-s!uff must be quite limited.” No, tho cochineal in dustry is an extensive one. Large plantations t>£ cactus aye grown es¬ pecially to raise the cochineal bug, and it is said that iu a tingle year there have been imported inio the United Slates aione nearly 2,000,000 pounds of these dried insects, valued at a round million of dollars. Elite < land buys nn equally large amount, and Franco deals in them quite as ex¬ tensively. As many us 1400 tons of cochine.il lmvo been exported in the past when this industry was ut its height, but the use of aniliuo dyes has lessened the trade considerably. The most recent statistics of cochineal ini* ports show that the quantity annually brought to this country amounts ironi 500,000 to 000,000 pounds, valued at $150,000 to $200,000. — [American Agriculturist. l’icturesque Heligolander.i. The national costume is not yet dis¬ carded in this Arcadian isle, but it is generally reserved for holidays and Sunday. Women look demure in red petticoats fringed with yellow, dark jackets, aprons of snowy white, and black pokc-bonnols. As a fact, how¬ ever, the bonnet is seldom seen except on dowagers, tho bead-gear of young women being a light-colored shawl, worn Spanish fashion. The moil wear top boots, blue trous¬ ers, white linen “jumpers” and sou’¬ wester hats. But even they are scon more otten in a quiet conventional dress of some serviceable stuff, A bride’s toilet is surpassingly strange, the chief feature being a tall bat or crown, elaborately ornamented with pins, and which tails a fringed man¬ tle. Even her personal finery,however is secondary to tho trappings of Iho bed, which is decked by herself and her friends ill the bridegroom’s house. Tho whitest of linen, plenty of lace, and doubtless a mountain of feathers, go to make it sumptuous. Guests are bidden by the lovers together, in per¬ son. After the marriage ceremony in the church, the party repair to the new home, and partake of a national cake, eaten with a sauce of syrup and melted butter. When tho merry-mak¬ ing is over, the whole party go in pro¬ cession over every street on the island. More eating and drinking and dancing, and at last home.—[Scribner. A Curious Little Railroad. “You fellows down here can talk about your railroads, but I have struck the biggest tiling in the way of a rail¬ road in the West that I ever saw in my life.” He was a big Wall slreet oper¬ ator who had just returned from a trip over the Illinois Central, and lie was telling liis experiences to a group in Dclmonico’s. “It’s a little, single-track, narrow gauge road, and I discovered it in a rich farming portion of Central Illi¬ nois. It is owned and run by tho farmers, and all the hands from ori¬ gin-cr down arc farmers’ sons. The stations are the farm houses n'ong the line, and there’s ono through train a day—all freight, with one passenger car hitched on. “I here is no telegraph or block sys¬ tem, for there can be no collision. Nobody knows when a train is coming until it is in 6 iglit. The rails are laid on ties placed on tiie virgin prairie, uud there is no roadbed anil no grade. “Notwithstanding ail this it carries lots of freight in the way of produce from the farms to a branch of the Illi¬ nois Central, and it pays tho farmers who own it well. It lias no name, and you won’t find it in Poor's Man¬ uel.”—[New York Sun. Absurd Russian Superstitions. The most absurd superstitions are rife in Russia. At Serpookhov, near Moscow, an official announcement was recently placarded at the street corner. Tho common people are unable to' read. They requested a man, who looked like a priest, to decipher for them the contents of the bill, lie un¬ hesitatingly aucl positively declared that it contained the warning that the city of Serpookhov would "be swal¬ lowed in the ground. In less than an hour the news spread throughout the place, anil the people abandoned their work anil began streaming out into the fields in large crowds. Ail the facto¬ ries were deserted by the laborers. It was some time before the frightened crowds were restored to reason and to 1 heir regular pursuits, but the origin¬ ator of the trouble could not be found. Fell 95 Feet, and Went to Work. George Holloway was sent to the top of ihe large brick chimney ninety-five feet high at Hie glass works in New Albany, Ind., the oilier afternoon to tear down the structure. Hardly had he reached the top when he slipped and fell into the stack, and ricocheting from side to side, struck the bottom almost without a scratch. He was at work again in ; n hour-—[Indianapolis (Ind.) Journal, Liberal Courts. First Criminal: “Courts is mighty unreasonable.” Seoond Criminal: “Yet I allers found ’em open ter conviction.”— Epoch 81.00 PER ANNUM, In Advance. CHILDREN’S COLUMN. THE ELF AN1> THE IUIMIU.lt ni<K. “Oil, Humble Bee! Bum tile Bee! Don’t fly so near! Or you will tumble mo Over, I fear!” "Oh, funny elft Funny cltl Don't be nlarmcd 1 I’m looking for honey, elf. You shan’t be harmed.” “Then tarry, Oh, tarry, Heel Fill up your sack; And carry, oh, carry me Home on your back 1 ” —Oliver Ilerford, In St. Nicholas TIIE LONBEST DAY. It is quite important, when speaking of the longest day in the year, to say what part of the world wc arc talking about, as will'bo scon by reading tho following list, which (ells tho length of the longest day iu several places. How unfortunate are tho children in Tornea, Finland, where Christmas Day is less than three hours in length. At Stockholm, Sweden, it is eighteen and ono-lialf hours in length. At Spitzbergtn the longest day is three and one-half months. At London, England, and Bremen, Prussia, tho longest day has sixteen and one-half hours. At Hamburg, Germany, and Dant zig, in Prussia, tho longest day has seventeen hours. At Ward bury, Norway, the longest day lasts from May 21 to July 22 with¬ out interruption. . At St. Petersburg, Russia, and Tobolsk, Siberia, tho longest day is nineteen hours and tho shortest five hours. At Tornea, Finland, June 21 brings a day nearly twenty-two hours long and Christmas one less than three hours in length. At New York tho longest day is about fifteen hours, and at Montreal, Canada, it is sixteen hours. TRAINING A PRINCE. Many years ago Miss Hiilyard, th<5 governess in tho royal family, teeing the Prince of Wales inattentive to his studies, said: “Your rojjal highness is not minding your business; will you bo pleased to look at your book and learn your lesson?” His royal highness said he would not. “Then I shall put you in tho cor¬ ner,” said the governess. Ilis royul tiiglines 3 again replied that I 19 should not learn his lesson, neither should ho go into the corner, for lie was tiie I’rinco of Wales; and, as if to show his authority, lie kicked his little foot through a pane of glass. Surprised at this act of bold defiance, Miss Hiilyard, rising from her seat, said: “Sir, you must learn your les¬ son, and if you do not, though you are the Prince of Wales, I shall put you in the corner.” However, threats were of no avail; tho defiance was repeated, anil that, too, in tho same determined manner as before — his royal highne-s breaking another pane of glass. Miss Hiilyard, seeing her authority thus set at naught, rang the bell and requested that liis father, his royal highness Prince Albert, might be sent for. Shortly after the Prince arrived and having learned the reason why his presence was required, addressing the Prince of Wales, and pointing to a slool or olloman, said; “You sit there, sir.” Prince Albert then went to his own room and returning with a Bible in his hand, he said to liis royal highness, tho Prince of Wales: “Now, I want you to listen'to what St. Paul says about the peoplo who are under tutors and governors.” And having read the passage to him, I 10 added: “ t is undoubtedly true that you aro the Prince of Wales, and if you conduct yourself properly you may some day he a great man. You may be king in the room of your mother; but now you arc only a little boy; though you are the Prince of Wales, you are only a child under tutors and governors, who must be obeyed, and have those under them to do as they aro bid. Moreover, I must tell you what Solomon says, and he read to him the declaration that he who lovctli his son cliasteneth him betimes; and then, in order to show his child, ho chastised and put him in a c rncr, saying: “Now, sir, you will stand there until yon have learned your lesson, and until Miss Hiilyard gives you leave to come out, and remember that you aro under tutors and governors, and that they must be obeyed."—* [Christian at Work. Accounted For. “Living in the country now?” “Yes.” “Don’t yon miss the noise and bustle of the city?” “No. I have two children,” NO. 3 Sing, Sweet. Sing, Sweet, Slug I Though our happy days may ho waning! For far and away the heavens are gray. And tomorrow it may he raining— So, sing, Sweet, sing! Bing, Sweet, sing! The sun on the hill is dying; Though falloth the rain it is still all in vain To be eternally sighing— So, sing, Sweet, sing I Sing, Sweet, sing! For, as long ns a hope is living, There aro pleasures to feel, nml sorrows to heal, And the blessed joy of giving— So, sing, Sweet, sing I Sing, Sweet, sing! Give the joy iu your heart an outing, That others may hear and take courage, dear; For your song may quiet their doubting— Then, sing. Sweet, sing! Sing, Sweet, sing! The birds in the woods are mating; Ob, trust and he pure, and, X tell y ou—sure— Our God will bless our waiting— Oh, Sweet, Sweet, sing I —[Ella Iligginson, in West Shore. HUMOROUS. As good as a mile—eight furlongs. Come into port with a bow—ocean steamers. Acknowledged as the “last” man— the shoemaker. Add fuel to tho flames—stokers on ocean steamers. “Allow mo to introduce myself,” the burglar said when he jimmied tho window. A true word is often spoken in jest; but we always like it to be about some other fellow. Every young lady should belong to an archcry club. Skill in drawing a beau is very desirable. Elderly Coquette: I have given many a man the sack. Gus de Smith : I suppose so. You have had enough time. The paper having the largest circu¬ lation in this country is published at Washington. It is called tho One Dol¬ lar Bill. “I see that your Chinese servant lias managed to pick up a good deal of English.” “Yes, he walked away with my dictionary.” Thresher’s nine-year-old explains that sometimes lie doesn’t have to go a yard before he gets a rod. Ilis father gets the rod, and doesn’t spare it. “Won’t yon please play us some¬ thing, Mrs. Ilammcraiidbang?” asked McBrick. “I should like to ever so much,” she said, looking at her watch ; “but, really, I have no time.” “So I have heard,” replied McBrick; “but wo will overlook that, you know.” When love was strong and love was young* And she was yet to win. He used to praise with flattering tongue Her pretty dimpled chin. Sow, though she’s still his heart’s delight, As In the bygone years, When home lie’s going late at night, It is her chin be tears l He Didn’t Hear. Colonel Chapman was a moneyed old felow who mado friends among many of Iho young fellows of his town, lie rarely hesitated to let one of them have a little money any time he should happen to need a few dollars temporarily, and so good was his judgment of human nature that he rarely made a mistake. One day he was approached by a young man of questionable honesty. Ho pretented to be very busy at liis desk, but the young fellow did not notice it. “Colonel,” be began, “I’d like to borrow $10 from you for a few days.” The old fellow did not look up. “what’s that?’ I 10 said brusquely, “I didn’t hear you.” “I would like,” said the young man, reconsidering his proposition, “to bor¬ row $20 of you for a week.” “Great Scott 1” exclaimed the old man,’rising, “I suppose if I had not heard your last request you would ba asking me for $40 now.”—[Chicago Herald. Trees <550 Feet Tall. Prof. Fred G. Plummer, the civil engineer of Tacoma, says: “I have been all over this country and have the best collection of the flora to be found anywhere. What do you think of these trees 650 feet high? They are to be found that high in the unsur¬ veyed townships near the foot of Mount Tacoma, and what is more I have seen them and made an instru¬ mental measurement of a number with that result. There are lots of trees near the base of Mount Tacoma whose fo iage is so far above the ground that it is impossib e to tell to what family ihcv belong except by the bark. Very xew people know or dream of the immensity of our forest growth. 1 wish that some of our large trees could be sent to the \Vbrld’* Fair at Chicago. We could send a flag pole, for ins ance, 800 or 400 feet kin#.’V" [Olympia (Wash.) Tribune*
