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COUNTY HERALD.
YOL. I.
California, it is believed, is destined
to supply the world with olives and olive
oil.
It is one of Chicago's boasts that as a
city she gives more money annually to
charities than any other city in the
country.
General Booth, the Salvationist, opens
his “Poor Man's Bank” in London, Eng¬
land, this summer. It is to “loan rnouey
to poor men of good character. *’
The British Board of Trade returns,
just issued, show that the peoplo of the
United Kingdom last year bought over
$16,250,000 worth of iron manufactures
from abroad, notwithstanding the de¬
clining activity of their own iron and
steel trades.
John B. Head, of Butte City, Montana,
which still arrogates the title of the
“greatest raining camp on earth," ha?
been interviewed in Washington, and says
that the opportunities a shrewd man
meets of picking up interests in valuable
mining properties in the Rocky Moun¬
tains are growing fewer. He says the
value of the annual output of the famous
Anaconda copper mine cau’t be much
less than $1,030,000.
As showing the mortality among the
Justices of the United States Supreme
Court, it is observed that all the present
members of the court, excepting Field
and Harlan, have been appointed by
the last three Presidents. Justice Field
ia the veteran of the court in point of
service, dating from 186(5, although he
is only seventy-six, and Justice Bradley
was seventy-nine; he had been on the
bench for twenty-one years, which is
one of the long terms of Supreme Court
history. _
Writing of tram cars ia Argentina,
T. A. Turner says that the drivers and
conductors are, with rare exceptions, an
ill-mannered, ignorant,abusive, and even
a dangerous set of men, Under the
law they are responsible for any accident
which may occur, and when one hap¬
pens their first c ire is to escape, Con-
sequently, the moment a breakdown or
collision happens the car is left to any
one’s mercy, and a new driver and con¬
ductor have to be procured before the
trip can be continued.
Sage brush has been generally consid¬
ered of little value in the economy of
nature, and even as a picturesque offset
to the monotony of the Western plains it
has been voted a failure, but an Idaho
settler thinks he has discovered a use for
it. He is making paper of it. By a
lime process and boiling the branches of
the sbrub he obtains a pulp which he
says is equal to the best wood pulp.
From it he manufacturers a “sage-brush
paper” which he thinks he can sell at a
profit for four and a half cents a pouud.
An English paper calls attention to
what the New York Tribuue thinks is
an interesting an J important ruling. Tbe
Hebrew law orders that on the Sabbath
Day no fire shall be kindle!. Touching
fire, lighting or extinguishing gas-lamps
or candles is forbidden. With the al*
vent of the electric light there came the
necessity of a ruling on the legality or
illegality of turning the electric current
on and off. Professor Crooks, a well-
known British electrician, h iving given
bia expert testimony that the electric
light does not result fro n combustion in
the lamp, that “fire aud flame” are not a
part of it, the orthodox Hebre w is now
E rmitted to use tbe electric light on
__i Sabbath.
In the Congregatioualist a physician
writes interestingly about tbe grip. In
Jackson's day his opponents called the
disease “Jackson's itch,” and Tyler’s
opponents called it the “Tyler grippe.”
La grippe is only one of the figurative
terms used by the French to describe
the infiuenxa. Others are “petite po3t,”
“petite courier,” “grenade,” “follette,”
“coquette” and “la generale.” “La
grippe” secured general acceptance from
its graphic suggestiveness. The Ger¬
mans have various descriptive names for
the grip, such as “blitzcatarry” (light¬
ning catarrh), “schafshusten” (sheep
cough), “huehuenziep” (crowing),
“modefiebsr” (fashionable fever), etc.
The Russians call it Chinese catarrh, the
Germans often call it the Russian pest,
the Italians name it the Garanin disease,
the French call it the Italian fever and
the Spanish catarrh. The Italians in¬
vented the term influenza in the seven¬
teenth century, and attributed the dis-
case to the influence of certain planeto.
WE SEEK TIIE REWARD OP HONEST LABOR.
COMFORT OP THE FIELDS.
What would’it thou have for easement after
grief.
When the rude world hath used thee with
despite,
And care site at thy elbow day and night,
Filching thy pleasures like a subtle thief f
To me, when life besets me in such wise,
’Tis sweetest to break forth, to drop the
chain,
And grasp the freedom of this pleasant
earth,
To roam in idleness and sober mirth
Through summer airs and summer lands, and
drain
The comfort of wide Helds unto tired eyos.
By hills and waters, farms ind solitu ies.
To wander by the day with wilful feet.
Through fielded valleys wide with yellow¬
ing wheat,
Along gray roads that run between deep
woods
Murmurous and cool; through hallowed
slopes of pine.
Where the long daylight dreams, un¬
pierced unstirred.
And only the rich-throated thrush is
heard;
By lonely forest brooks that froth and shine
In bowldered crannies, buried in the hills;
By broken beaches tangled with wild vine,
And log-strewn rivers murmurous with
mil s.
In uplaud pastures, sown with gold, and
sweet
With the keen perfume of the ripening
grass.
Where wings of birds and filmy shadows
pass.
Spread thick as stars with shining mar¬
guerite;
To haunt old fences overgrown with brier,
Mui.ledin vines, and hawthorns, aaJ wild
cherries,
Rank poisonous ivies, red-bunchei elder¬
berries,
And pied blossoms to the heart’s desire,
Gray mullein towering into yellow bloom,
Pink-tasselel milkweed, breathing dense
perfume,
And swarthy vervain, tipped with violet
fire.
To hear at eve the bleating of far flocks.
The mul-heas whistle from the marsh at
morn;
To skirt with deafened ears and brain o'er-
borne
Some foam-filled rapid charging down its
rocks
With iron roar of waters; far away
Across wide-readed mares, pensive with
noon,
To hear tha querulous outcry of the loon;
To lie among deep rocks, and watch all day
On liquid heights the snowy clouds melt
by;
Or hear frotn wood-capped mountain brows
the jay
Pierce the bright morning with his jibing
cry.
To feast on summer sounds, the jolted
wains,
The thrashing humming from the farm
near by.
The prattling cricket’s intermittent cry, 1
The locust’s rattle from the sultry lanes;
Or in the shadow of some oaken spray
To watch as through a mist of light and
dreams
The far-off hay-fields, where the dusty
teams
Drive round and round the lessening squares
of liay,
And hear upon the wind, now loud, now
low.
With drowsy cadence half a summer’s day,
The clatter of the reapers come and go.
Far violet hills, horizons filmed with shad¬
ows,
The murmur of cool streams, the forest’s
gloom,
The voices of tbe breathing grass, tbe hum
Of ancient gardens overioanked with flotr-
ers;
Thus, with a smile as golden as the dawn,
And cjoI fair fingers ra liaitly divlns.
And mighty mother brin gs us in her hand,
For all tired eyes and foreheads pinched
and wan,
Her restful cup, bar beaker of bright wine;
Drink, and be filled, and ye shall under¬
stand (
—Archibald Lvnpman, in Scribner.
THE LITTLE BLUE CAP.
a ^T month I was pay-
m m\ :||p|||They l|p||||hont8t were couple a simple who
gP|| lived of the near river, the in a banks tiny
J§§|||*house, nest, almost a meie bidden bird's by
wisteria and Virginia
creeper. Durand's baads bore tbe marks
of honest toil, for he had been a lock¬
smith in his youth, and bad by industry
and economy raised himself steadily large un¬
til he became the proprietor of a
business, and secured a competency for
his old age. His wife, a quiet, gentle
creature, worshiped her husband, and
both of them wore on their faces an ex
pression of serenity, which betokened
ease of conscience and a life of peace.
Durand was past sixty years of age, and
his wife must have been fifty, yet in spite
of tbeir wrinkles and gray hairs, these
two treated each other with an affection¬
ate deference which was a pleasure to
behold.
While we were engaged Durand in conversa¬
tion just before dinner, rose and
opened a drawer to take out some tride
which he wished to show to me. While
he was turning over tbe contents of the
draw, it chanced that a little cap, such
JASPER, GA., FRIDAY, MARCH 25, 1892.
as might have been worn by a doll, or
an infant, fell to the door. I noticed
that it was made of coarse blue linen,
with two bits of twiue instead of ribbou.
For a minute Durand looked at the little
cap affectionately; then as he laid it
carefully away again, he said in a tone of
seriousness:
“That is a souvenir.”
Then we all three sat down to dinner
and talked of other matters, but as soou
as the repast was finished, and the little
maid of all work had put coffee upon
the table, my friend said suddenly*- .
“How much that baby.cnp reminds
me of!” It was evident that he
to explain his remark and I begged him
to do so. ago,’’ ^
“It was a great many years , e
said, after a pause, “for I was about
twelve years old. I was working in
large factory, and I had a compnnion/td
the same age as myself, whom, nicknamed on ac¬
count of his ugly features, we
Zizi Monkey-face. He was a sly, thiev¬
ing, mischievious urchin, very much
given to filching tarts from the pasfry
cook’s counter, but a jolly-little chap,
and full of pluck. He was so lazy that
he would have been turned out of the
factory bad it not been lor the indul •
genes of the overseer, who had been a
friend of his father's and who took an
interest in the boy for the sake of his
dead comrade. Monkey-face was an
orphan, and the only relative he had ever
known was the worn in who brought him
up, a cousin of his mother's. This wo-
man was a fish peddler, a brawling, bru¬
tal creature, whose affection lor her
young charge was- manifested only by
blows. Perraaps if he had known
parent’s love he would have been less
perverse. afternoon, the lad took it into his
One
head to run away frpn? the factory, and
go vagabonding about with a gang Pf
young ruffians like himself, As they
were coming slowly home after nigbt-
lall, they heard, to their astonishment,
the cry of an infant. The sound seemed
to issue from a long, narrow, dirty ally
which opened on the street, and at the
other end of which hung a dimly flick¬
ering lamp. After a short consultation,
the street boys ventured softly into the
passage, and one of them espied, behinrj
the door, a little bundle of rags which
struggled and wailed. He seized hold
of it, and the whole party ran IntQ the
street, triumphant, stopping , under a
lamp to examine their capture. It proved
to be a baby-girl a few dirty weeks
wrapped up in a series of cloths, a
poor little innocent abandoned to the
charity of strangers.
A council was held to decide what
should be done with the booty, and the
young captors gave free play to their
mischievous imaginations. One said to
put the baby back where they had found
it; another, to hide it in a half-empty
prune-box which stood at a grocer’s
door; a third proposed to climb
up to a second story balcony and
leave the youngster there f and
how astonished the people would
be next day! But Zizi Monkey-face
scouted all these ideas and declared that
the baby must be given to the gypsies.
There was a band of these people near
by, who practiced jugglery ar.d fortune-
telling,and instances of kidnapping were
by no means rare.
Monkey-face’s decision was hailed with
enthusiasm, and he claimed the right to
carry the treasure-trove in consideration
of his having made the plan. 1
“Give us tue kid,” he said. The baby
had, all this time, been screaming
piteously, but it stopped suddenly when
Monkev-face took hold cf it, and while
he walked along with an air of triumph,
it fixed its great blue eyes upon his
Ugly face, and smiled, at the same time
stretching its tiny hands out as if to
caress him.
“She is laughing!” cried the boy in
delight, “see how she looks at me.”
Then a new impulse seized him.
“I will not give her away,” be said,
“I will keep her myself.”
His companions protested indignantly,
but in vain, for a3 they well knew Zizi
Monkey-face had at the end of each ann
an argument so strong that it would bo
useless as well as unsafe to oppose his
wishes.
When he reached home with his
burden the fish peddler exclaimed
furiously,
“Do you think I have not enough to
do to fill your mouth, you lazy imp?
Take that brat to the police—quick
now!” Pif, pafl A box on each ear
showed the boy that she was in earnest,
and he fled from the house.
That night he did not return, and the
next morning he was in the factory as
soon as it opened, for the first time in
his life.
“Mr. George,'’ he said timidly to the
overseer, “how much will you pay me if
I work hard all day?”
“I have already told you, twenty
cents,” answered the man in surprise,
and Monkey-face worked indefatigable
until night. Tae overseer, amazed and
delighted at the change, paid the boy
for his work and gave him twenty cents
in advance, in order to encourage him.
That night Monkey-face was again
absent from his home, and his cousin,
the fish peddler, went to the factory the
next evening, lay in wait for him, and
dragged him home in spite of his strug¬
gles, administering a thrashing on the
way. But it was no use; as soon as the
old woman turned her back to cook tbe
soup for dinner, the bay slipped out of
the house and did not return,
The factory overseer having been in¬
formed of the state of affairs made up
his mind to settle the matter at once by
rinding out where Monkey-face spent hm
nights, lad aud_ left for the this factory. purpose Mr. watched the
as he George,
in company with one of the workmen,
.followed the wanderer at a short distance
and observed him enter a bakery and buy
a small loaf of bread; next he went into
a dairy and came out earryiug a bottle
of milk, ami theu turned his steps
towards a lonely deserted quarter near
the river, Suddenly his followers saw
him pluuge iuto a muddy alley; the place
having no lamps was as dark as an oven,
but Monkey-face was dimly visible as he
stopped before a bond fence. Tne nest
minute he had scaled it with the agility
of the animal that was his namesake, and
vjts lost to sight.
»fiie two men determined to discover
his hiding-place, climbed over the wall
and found themselves in a large vacant
lot, surrounded with weeds and rubbish,
but of Moakcy-faca there was not a
sign!.
At last they espied in the farthest
corner, a low wooden shed which had
evidently once served as a fowl-house,
and throng i the cracks of which a faint
ligut was shining. They approached it
noiselessly and peered through a crack.
Great was their astonishment. In the
middle of the wretched hut, in which a
man would not have been able to stand
upright sat the young runaway, a candle
stuck in thq ground beside hi u; ha was
gravely pouring milk into a feeding-
bottle, and in a corner on a bed of dried
leaves, a baby was sleeping soundly
wrapped up in an old blanket.
Z zi Monkey face transformed into a
nurse!
“What are you doing here?’’ asked
the overseer, throwing open the door of
the cabin suddenly, and the boy startle l
at first by the intrusion soon recovered
himself and answered slowly.
“Haven’t 1 got a right to have a little
sister?”
Then after a pause he a ided grandly,
“I earn twenty cents a day. That is
enough for us both, and we don't ask
any one for anything 1" and
The narrator paused, smiled softly
added:
“The next day the owner of the fac-
torv being informed of the matter raised
my pay to forty cents—just double.”
“What?” I cried, “it was you?”
“Ah, I have betrayed myself,” said
Durand. “Yes, I was the young rascal
who wa3 id a fair way tq come to the
gallows, and thauks to the blue eyes of
little girl, I beoome a good work-
man, und afterwards set up for myself.
Now you understand why I keep that
little blue cap; she had it on her when
we found her.”
“And what has become of her?” I
asked eagerly.
The old min aaswered: “We have
never parted;” than smiling, he looked
at his wife and added: “Have we, my
dear?”
She smiled in return, but her eyes were
moist as she looked at him, aud under
her eyelids I saw a tear drop glistening.
—From the French,ip Epoch,
Captain Joe’s Heroism.
At the public recital here, in con
nection with Thomas Nelson Page, F.
Hopkinsod Smith, the well knowr
writer, related the following biograph¬
ical sketch. “Captain Joe” is a picture,
so the author told his listeners, painted
from life, the original being Captain
Thomas Scott, of New London:
Tbe incident of the sketch was the
collision between a crowded ferryboat or
the Hoboken ferry and a large steamer,
at a time when tbe river was packed full
of ice. Captain Joe happened to be
passing on his tug of the wreckage com¬
pany. He immediately steered her close
enough to leap to the deck of the forry-
boat. With all the strength of a mighty
frame he drove all the passengers to the
side of the boat farthest from the leak,
and threatened to throw overboard any
man who crossed.
Then he went to work with all his
skill to stop tne great hole in the boat's
side. Finally, by the crowding of mat-
trusses, blankets and anything that couid
be found, the lower part of tne hole was
plugged, but above was a wide gap
through which tbe water still poured.
There was absolutely nothing to stop
it with, and, without any further words,
Captain Joe threw his own body into tbe
gap. There he stayed until the boat,
with every soul sale, was brought into
the dock an hour later.
When he wat taken out he was uncon¬
scious and the flesu was torn from his
arm from the shoulder to wrist by the
grinding ice. And yet tbe man was so
modest that when he was asked about
the matter afterward, he said that it was
so long ago that he had forgotten ab jut
it, but it was all in his log book. And
his wife got the log book and there the
Captain had written: “January 23—Ho¬
boken ferryboat struck by steamer. Ice
very hard packed. Captain Joe stopped
the leak.”—Boston Globe.
Tiie Gilt of Figures.
Zerab Colburn was the most gifted
mathematician ever known. Waen only
eight years old he raised the number
eight successively to the sixteenth power,
and in naming the last result,which con¬
sisted of fifteen figures, ho wa3 right in
every one. On being asked tbe square
root of 106,929 he answered 327 before
the old grayhaired philosopher questioner
had time to put it down. He was next
asked how many minutes there were in
forty-eight years, and instantly replied
25,228,800, and five seconds later gave
the astonished savants the exact number
of seconds.—Son Francisco Chronicle.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Who gives a trifle meanly is meaner
than the trifle.
It is not how much we have, but how
much wc enjoy, that makes happiness.
ft you have a Jonah among yout
friends don't ait down and cry about it;
be a whale.
Beware of desperate steps; the dark¬
est day, livo till to-morrow, will have
passed away.
A kind heart is a fountain of glad¬
ness, making everything in its vicinity to
freshen into smiles.
The trouble with the so-called idle
lies is that as soou ns they arc uttered
they stop being idle.
There are few defects in our nature so
glaring as not to be veiled from obierva-
tion by politeness and good breeding.
Your friends may sometimes act inad
because you do not come to see them,
but they are not as mad as they seem.
When a dollar man scorns a fifty cent
man, what a pleasure it gives the fifty
oent uiau to meet a two cent man and get
even.
Brevity and conciseness are the pa¬
rents of convic.ion. The leaden bullet
is more fatal than when multiplied into
sijot,
It is only an error of judgment to
make a mistake, but it sbo,vs infirmity
of character to adhero to it when dis¬
covered.
There is much that is birdlike about
most young girls; the pity is they are
oot taught that tuere is so much that is
catlike about the men.
You will never offend anybody by
ridiculing the average mau, for the
reason thfit every one who hears you
thinks he is above the average.
Sumo Historic Canals.
The canal is an ancient institution. It
co-exists with the remotest periods of
human history, since the primitive man
discovered the value of an artificial
waWVway across a peninsula, or from one
remote stream to the navigaole waters of
another. Historians allude to these ar¬
tificial channels us existing in Egypt and
elsewhere in the far away centuries pre¬
ceding the Christian era, In the year
1820 the Chinese completed an imperial
canal that traversed a distance of 1000
Hhles, a tort’ day s sail for t.ie Monro*
^oc Uaual In completed. bb-tti.ie famous Lungue^
was
* ranee an artificial waterway 148 u.oes
in length, with a summit level of 600
feet above the sea, and including up-
wards of 100 locks and fifty aque lucts.
In Great Britain Roman spades dug the
first canal, one or more of which are
holding water to-day. The canals of
the United Ringdom now exceed 47,000
miles in length and are among the best
of their kind in the world. The Man¬
chester Canal now in course of construe-
tiuu will, when completed, be a master¬
piece of enterprise and engineering skill,
and will place tho Manchester manufac¬
ture! in direct and unbroken co nmunici-
tion with the ocean. The North Hol¬
land Canal was completed in 1822 and is
fifty miles in length. The Amsterdam
and other artificial waterways are among
the most vital auxilaries of Djtch com¬
merce and prosperity. The Suez Canal,
which, up to the date of its completion,
was the most stupendous undertaking off
its kind in modern history, extends from
Port Said on the Mediterranean to Suez
on the Red Sea, the whole length of
navigation being eighty-eight geographi¬
cal miles. This trans-Egyptian water¬
way is navigablo by steamers 400 feet in
length and fifty feet beam, the cost of
this gigantic enterprise, including its
harbors, being about $100,000,000. In
the Western hemisphere, both in the
United States and the Canadas, the in¬
land canal has long been an economic
necessity, and in the Erie and the Wel¬
land, etc., we have examples of their ser¬
vice. In a strictly National sense we have
the magnificent mistake of Panama, with
its big holes and insolvent stockholders.
At Nicaragua American enterprise is al¬
ready at work. The importance of this
canal to the United States and to other
commercial Nations, as a route between
the Atlantic and Pacific, is probably be¬
yond any present calculation, and is of
to undeniable a value that, be the engi¬
neering difficulties what they may, tne
consummation of the idea is among the
historic certainties of the future.—Age
of Steel.
The Flying Jersey Dutchman.
Tbe monster locomotive No. 335, just
placed on the tracks of the Jersey
Ceotral Railroad, is considered by rail¬
road officials a marvel of speed and
mechanism. Tne huge engine was com¬
pleted at the Bald win Locomotive Works.
It has made such phenomenal runs that
it is already known along the line as the
“Flying Jersey Dutchman,” In the
boiler are 250 fines. Tne firebox is eleven
feet by three feet eight inches and has
\ water grate for hard coal. There are
tour cylinders—two of high and two ol
ow pressure. All four cylinders cai be
lsed at the same time, and this is the
lecret of the engine starting and getting
inder way so quickly with a heavy
:rain. The boiler carries 180 pounds of
itearn and is tested to 220. The whole
weight of the engine is sixty-two and a
lalf tons.—Boston Transcript.
The Commissioner of Indian Afftlrs,
is a solution of the present difficulties,
aas recommended an allotment of lands
in severalty for the Utes in Colorado.
NO. 10.
THE AMBASSADOR.
If thou canst reach her heart,my rose,
And teach it to forget.
Then hast thou done far more than could
Thy sister violet.
Tell her from me that wintry skies,
And days of storm and rain,
Tha violet and the rosj forgive
When summer comes again.
—Charles Converse Tyler, in Lippincott
PITH AND POINT.
There's often true noetic fire in an ed¬
itor's stove—Columbus Post.
When a tailor's bill is backed up by a
large, juicy lawyer, it becomes au ulti¬
matum.—Minneapolis Journal.
The only man who makes much capi-
tal out of what he doesn’t know is the
expert witness.—Elmira Gazette.
About all some men do is to spend
their time getting ready to do something
they never do.—Atchison Globe.
Your friends never defend you when
they hear you accused halt as stoutly as
they claim they do.—Atchison Globe.
“The tongue is an unruly member”
and there are 300(1 languages in the
world to “sass back” in.—Chicago inter
Ocean.
Traveling is exhaustinsr, but the weary
passenger never appreciates being “held
up” by a train robber.—Binghamton Re¬
publican.
Ethel (showing her engagement ring)
—“Don't you admire his tuste?” Maud
—“ Ye-es, us far as jewelry is concerned.”
— New York Sud.
Oldby—“Honesty, my boy, is the best
policy 1” Newman—“Ah, yes that pol¬
icy lapsed some ti ne ago—some time
ago, old fellow.”—New York Herald.
Yabsley—“Wonder what is their idea
in making this Schweitzer cheese so lull
oi holes?” Mudge—“Guess air.”—Indianap¬ they thought
it needed a little lresh
olis Journal.
He—“These dramatists have such a
monotonous method of making their
lovers propose." She—“Yes; but they
do propose, and that is the main thing.”
--Boston Beacon.
There are people who enjoy a dinner
a great deal more if the restaurant card
put before them is hea led “menu” than
if it bears the old fashioned heading,
“billot fare.”—•Lowell Times.
She **•-« I hates in ms sootb. ar ientlv,
But grieve not
My Because soul is full of Peneiope via tsorne glee.
1 kno w
Doesn’t always tell the truth.
—Puck.
“Poor man!” said the sympatuetic
young womau. “I suppose yo i are not
equal to hard work.” “Equal to hard
work?” responded Mr. Weary Watkins,
“I am superior to it.”—Indianapolis
Journal.
Labor Agitator—“My frienl, are you
not in favor of the eight-hour move¬
ment?” Abe Lazy (the tramp)—••Move¬
ment ! Who ever heard of me being in
favor of any kind of movement?”—Kate
Field’s Washington.
“Did you get fire 1 down at the works,
Jimmie? ’ “No; only laid off till tue
fall of ’93. But tho foreman said, how¬
ever, if I could get a job anywhere else
in the meantime if he were me he would
take it.”—Indinapolis News.
“And you didn’t marry them?” in¬
quired the bailiff. arrangements?” “Was there “No,” some said
hitch in the
the Justice of the Peace. “Tuere was
no hitch. The bridegroom was
strapped.”—Chicago Tribuue.
The plumber cams down like a wolf on the
fold, hour,all
And be worked in tbs basement an
told.
The results of his labors no’oo Iy could see,
But he put in his time—an I bis bill w is a V.
—Chicago xnouie.
“Paw,” said little Tom ny Figg, “I
heard Mr. Watts say that great
men’s sous never did any good. I ain’t
a great man's son, am I?” Up to a late
hour Mr. Figg’s mind had not found a
sufficiently diplomatic answer.—Indian¬
apolis Journal.
Uncle James—“Well, Bobby, are you
gaining any prizes at school nowadays?”
Hfbby—“No, sir; the other fellows get
them all.” Uncle James—“But you'll
keep on trying, of course.” Bobby—
•‘What’s the use? Too other fellows
keep on trying, too.”—Brooklyn Life.
Children and Cold Feet.
Children should never be allowed to
go to bed with cold feet. A nurse snould
have instructions always to feel tne feet
of the little ones before they aro put to
bed. Cold feet may meau nothing, and
theu again they may be tne precursor of
some serious illness. Another source of
danger to the feeble system is the cold
sheets, which strike a cbiii through the
body and cause great discomfort, if there
are not more serious consequences. In
olden times warming the beJs was a reg¬
ular part of the housemaid's duty, and
most of us have seen the covered copper
pans, with long handles, which were
filled with hot coals and passed between
the sheets. A woman of experience tells
us that she keeps all the thick, flat bot¬
tles in which household ammonia comes
prepared for hot-water bottles. “These
filled with boiling water, well corked
and passed between the sheets, warm
them as well as a warming-pan,” she
says, “and if the children have cold feet
quickly induce warmth if left in the bed.
The glass is so thick that there is no
danger of breakage, and in case of pain
I have really found them valuable.”—
New York Tribune.