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The Slf't'n »t Horae. Poverty, ill-temper and slovenliness, each in their own peculiar province, have done, and are continuing to do, much in the way of making unpleasant, uncomfortable and unhappy home*. The first i». generally speaking, una voidable, the second often the outcome of ill-health, disappointment or misfor tune, but the latter is without reasou or excuse. More husbands are driven from their own firesides, more sons given cause to seek questionable associates and un worthy associations, and more daugh ters captivated by the fascinations of Ihe street, from being reared in untidy homes, where slovenliness rules the hour and method, order and neatness rarely ever outer, than from any other cause known. The public places of amusement, the saloons and the bagnios, all under stand and act promptly upon the sug gestions of tholr understandings as to what attractions hold captive the eye and the ear. and through them the hearts of the young and. as for that, for the old and middle-aged as well. These are made bright and cheery, and, as near as may be, without any objectionable features to unpleasantly atleot the outward or inward senses. Is it any marvel, then, that so many are led astray by such pleasant and at tractive surroundings? When neat ness. order, system and pleasant be longings are introduced into the fami ly circle, with as much effect and per sistence as they aro in public places, our homes will hold their own more closely than they now do, and with lasting benefit to every ono into whose province these elements of progressive refinement may find their way. To emphasize uioro fully the solemn fact, we say and “more in sorrow than in anger”—that one of the most repulsive features in home life is slov enliness in dress. Where that is found, general untidiness is almost sure to rule the hour, and affection wilts and goes limping out of the door while love flies out of the window. The house wife or house-maid who goes about in untidy array, witli unkept hair or soil ed garments, almost invariably brings desolation to thu hearth-stone where she holds sway. The homo whoso mistress “slicks up" when company comes and ouly then, is an unfortunate one. They who do this forgot that the Jdeasure and happiness of their ow n amlly are of more vital importance than all thu world beside, and turn a deaf oar to oue of thu most instructive leachors that poiuts to the higher lifo of the household. They forgot that the unholy rivals for the affection and presence of thoir husbands and sons - a*-d daughters, oven —know full well the value of tidiness of apparel, of neat ness of person, of order in surroiiud iugs, and they make these elements prominent and primary in all thoir carefully-devised plans and purposes. Not that gamtiuuss and glare aro neceasary to win and keep the hearts of men -aud women -from going astray, By no means! llut order, quietness, neatness, pleasant words aud ways, will do more to koop the family circle full amt the fire-light of the hearthstone bright thau all the treasures that riches alono can bring. On the other hand, the sloven ly home aud the slattern iu that home can accomplish more in the way of producing blackened embers and dark ening the ruddy light of homo lifo thau all oilier causes combined. In short, the household sloven is more to ho feared and shunned than any physical pestilence that walkoth iu darkness and spiritual destruction that wastoth at noon-day. No poison is more subtle or dangerous to the pur ity and beauty of home life, no element more fatal iu effect upon both the theo ry aud practice of good housekeeping, than Is the slovou at home. — From ••Good Jlottschccpiny." i'hey <Jot t lie Wine. “Os course it is awfully funny to shout ‘Lock up the w ine cellar, Mary, for the plumber is coming,’ ” said one of the Ing-bill gentlemen to a reporter, “but it isn’t a pleasant remark for a plumber to hear.” “Is it true that a plumber can empty a barrel of w hisky while he is soldering up a pin-hole in a water pipe “Nonsense! Mind, I don’t say that when a plumber is working in a rich man's cellar where there are barrels of liquor that he won’t lake a drink now and then tlint is, some of them will.” “How is it with yourself?" “Oh, I sometimes turn the faucet, but never to take more than a drink or two in a day, excepting once.” “When was that?” "You won’t put that in the paper, will you?” “Sure." “Then I’ll tell you all about. Three or four years ago Jim and 1 had a job up on Woodward avenue. When wo went down into the cellar the servant girl followed us, took a brass key that was hanging on a uail and carried it up stairs. There was a cask of French brandy, a barrel of bourbon, another of port aud another of sherry, and there was a barrel-room looked, full of bottled liquors. It made us stuack our lips, just to look around at the barrels and bottles, but when it came to tak ing a drink, the liquor might as well have been in the moon. The barrels all had these patent lock faucets iu them, and the girl had carried off the key. "We worked away all the forenoon with nothing but water to drink, but Jim swore that he would have some of that wine in the afternoon, though I couldn’t see how he was going to get it; 1 hadn’t got my trade learned then. Pretty soon after we went to work in the afternoon Jitu pulled about a yard of small rubber tubing out of liis pocket, hunted up au empty fruit jar. knocked out a bung aud siphoned out a couple quarts of port Maybe we didn't get so drunk that we had" to quit work!’ Detroit Free /Vt>s On Friday morning an Indian killed a large cougar near Point Defiance. He found tii" animal lying on a sand bar in w ait for a deer and at the tir>t ahot it jumjved a distance of thirteen steps, about forty feet. He shot it fear times before he killed it. He described the animal as being about two feet high and six or seven from the tip of its nose to the end of its tail, aud say s it was not full grown, cither. J\>rt fctrtd On yo mart. THE SNA Hl' INDIAN. BUI »«’» Opinion* <if~ Shoshones, their Mttunem ami Cum to in*. There are about Snake or Shoshone Indians now extant, the greater part being in Utah arid Nevada, though there is a reservation iu Idaho uud another iu Wyoming. The Shoshone Indian is reluctant to accept of civilization on the European plan He prefers the ruder customs which have been handed down from father to son along with other hair looms. I use the word hairlooms iu its broadest sense. There are the Shoshones proper aryl the Utes and Utahs, to which have lieen added by some authorities the Gontanches, and Moulds of New Mexico and Arizona, the Nctelas and other tribe* of California. The Sho shone, wherever found, is clothed in buckskin and blanket in winter, but dressed more lightly in summer, wear ing nothing but an air of intense gloom in August. To this lie adds on holi days a necklace made from the store teeth of the hardy pioneer. The Snake or Shoshone Indian is passionately fond of the game known as poker among us, and wnicli, I learn, is played with cards. It is a game of chance, though skill and a thorough knowledge of firearms arc of great use. The Indians enter into this game with great zeal and lend to it thu wonderful energy which they have preserved from year to by abstaining from the delibitating effects of manual labor. All day long the red warrior sits in his skin boudoir, nursing thu sickly and reluctant “flush,” patient, silent and hopeful. Through the cold of winter, in the desolate mountains, he continues to "Hope on, liope ever," That he will "draw to fill.” Far away ini the canyon ho hears the sturdy blows of bis wife’s tomahawk as she slaughters the grease wood aud the sage brush for the fire in his gilded hell where he sits and woos the lazy Goddess of Fortune. With the Shoshone, poker is not alone a relaxation, the game wherewith to wear out a long and listless evening, but it is a passion, a duty and a devo tion. He lias a face designed especial ly for poker. Jl never shows a sign of good or evil fortune. You might as well try to win a smile from a railroad right of way. The full hand, the fours, throes, pairs and bobtail flushes are all the same to him, it you judge by his face. When he gets hungry he cinches himself a liltlc tighter and continues to “rustle” with fate. You look at his smoky, edd copper cent of a face and you see no change. You watch him as lie coins the last buckshot of his tribe and later on when he goes forth a pau per, and the corners of his famine breeding mouth have never moved. His little black, smoke-inflamod eyes have never lighted with triumph or joy. He is the great aboriginal stoic and sylvan dude. He does not smile. Ho does not weep. It certainly must be intensely pleasant to be a wild, tree, lawless, irresponsible, natural born fool. The Shoshones proper include the Haiilioeks, which arc again subdivided into the Koolsitakaru, or Buffalo Kilters, on Wind River, the Tookurika or Mountain Sheep Raters, on Salmon and ,Suabo Rivers, the Shoshocas or White Knives, sometimes called Dig gers, of the Humboldt River and the Great Salt Lake basin. Probably the Hokandikalis, Yahooskins and the Wahlpapos are subdivisions of the Dig ger tribe. lam not sure of this, but 1 shall not suspend my business till 1 can tied out about it. If 1 cannot get at a great truth right oil' 1 wait patient ly and go right on drawing my salary. The Shoshones live on the govern ment and other small game. They will eat anything when hungry, from a buffalo flown to a woodtiek. The Shoshone does not despise small tilings. Ho love.-i insects iu any form. He loves to make pets of them and to study their habits in his home life. Formerly, when a great Shoshone warrior died, they killed his favorite wife over his grave so that she could go to the happy hunting grounds with him, but it is not so customary now. 1 tried to impress on an old Shoshone brave once that they ought not to do that. 1 tried to show him that it would encourage celibacy and destroy domes tic ties in his tribe. Since that there has been quite a stride toward reform among them. Instead of killing the widow on tiie death of her husband, the husband takes such good care of his health aud avoids all kinds of in tellectual strain or physical fatigue, that late years there are no widows, but widowers just seem to swarm in the Shoshone tribe. The woods are full of them. Now. if they would only kill tho widower over the grave of the wife, the Indian’s future would assume a more dcliuite shape. Uiiliglit* of Country Gift?. “Now. then, farmer,” said the deni zen of the city, after he had made ar rangements for the board of himself and family for a fortnight, and paid the bill iu advauoe, “1 suppose we’ll live iu clover while we are here—plen ty of good eouutry butter, aud all that, eh?” ••Oh, yes, sir." -» “No danger of starving, eh?” “Oh, uo, sir; tho peddlers from tho city come this way twice a week w ith vegetables, fruits, and such; the milk train slops aud leaves a can every any, and the butter, cheese, and eggs man comes round every Saturday its regu lar as clockwork. You needn’t have fear but you’ll have plenty to eat.”— Somcrwuc Journal. A sociely has been formed in Boston to help its members purchase a home or commence business when they are mar ried. Eligibility to membership con sists simply in being unmarried. This surprising scheme provides that a mem ber need have paid in only S-oO to be come entitled to the full benefit of #l,- 000 at the end of eighteen mouths. As the association has just begun opera tions. no benefit will become due until 1886. The secretary claims a member ship of 100 already, and hopefully pre dicts ygc of l:\000 withiu the next five JVWk - flic Cheap and the Hear Seller. is it not the first law of economics that the cheap seller will supersede the near seller and get all his market away? Certainly that is true in the long run. but it is not tru» in fivu min ute-. The difficulties in Lhe way of the "undercutter” or uuderseller are very great indeed. In the lirst plaee, "the Dade” hale him, and the hatred of the trade is unpleasant- good assistants shunning the banned shops—or, in the • trictly organized trades, intolerable. Effort after effort has been made to beat 'he bakers, who hold very closely to gether, but with very little result. They will let down prices to a point, but no further, being quite aware that in all trades which take room there are limits to competition. Two half-pence on two loaves are not equal to a penny on oue loaf when the ovens will only hold so many loaves. Then the buyer who cares about the fall of a penny is always wanting credit, and does not like to quit the man who will give it, and who regards desertion as the one unpardonable sin. Moreover, he, or rather she, believes iu the customary price, aud, whatever the newspapers may say, cannot get rid of the impres sion that somehow the underseller is giving her, in some way, inferior qual ity for her money—a belief diligently encouraged by the regular tradesman. And lastly, tho undcrseller being anx ious mainly for accidental custom, is neither so obliging nor so patient, nor so careful about deliveries as his estab lished rival. So strongly do these three causes work together, that wo have heard of instances in which bakers in populous neighborhoods have bought their un doi'-elling rivals’ stocks and sold them at their own prices without their cus tomers ever knowing or resenting the tax so directly levied. The force of habit which even arrests downfalls iu bread, is much stronger as to articles less needed and less accurately under stood, till we arrive at cases in which, as in tho milk trade, cheapness is posi tively suspected or disliked, as if it must of necessity be based upon some fraud. Os course, iu the end, if whole sale prices are low the undersellers win, and the new price establishes itself, in which case woe to tho retailors when wholesale prices rise. They have to endure a storm of inquiries, objurga tions, and epithets which must take the sweetness of their previous gains quite out of them, and very often aro compelled to yield and compensate themselves by unsuspected reductions iu quality. As a rule, however, tho demand that a customary and low price should bo lower still comes witli surprising slowuess, and tho distrib utors, when their wholesale market has given way, enjoy unexpected profits continuously for months. The public will not, iu this instance, grudge the shopkeepers their gains, for they had previously been suftering greatly from different causes —one being the diffi culty of meeting the competition of the stores; but they certainly for sonic time pus? have had cause to bless the “gen eral depression.”— The Spectator. Kxperiencc or a Ituston Girl. Two well-known young ladies —first family ones at that —happened to meet in the boss dry goods store of tho place the other day. One of them was mak ing a purchase which only the da/ be fore she had said she didn’t think she could afford to make. She was ques tioned by her fair companion as to why she had changed her mind. What fol lowed is on tho word of the store own er: ••Jack called last night,” said the lady who had changed her mind, “and oy and by other company came in, and after awhile somebody suggested a lit tle game, and we made up a board— ante live, ten to come in, and twenty live limit. We played till 10, and I was 10 cents out, aud 1 felt just awful. Some one said: ‘Play oue jack pot for a half and quit.’ Everybody agreed. There were #5 in the pot before anyone opened. Jack opened for a half, the mean iliing, and all 1 had to draw to was a monkey flush. Wasn’t that aw ful? Well, everybody came in, and 1 made up my mind 1 wasn’t going to bo seared and so I chipped along. Jack only took two cards. All the rest took three. 1 threw mine all away and took live. Wasn’t 1 horrible? Jack bet a half. Everybody else saw him. I looked at my hand and raised this bet a half more. There were $8 in the pot. Jack says, ‘What, on a five-card draw?’ 1 said, ‘Yes.’ Then he saw me and raised another half. All the rest drop ped out, the mean tilings. I took an other peep at my hand and raised Mr. Jack another half. ‘See here, Jenny,’ lie said, ‘if it was any one else I’d think they were giving me a bluff, but I guess you’ve got the beating of me, and so 1 won’t invest any more. Take the pot. 1 opened on three aces,’ said Jack, showing ’em down, and I drew in the money. Wasn’t it sweet in Jack to think I wouldn’t bluff him?” ••Perfectly sweet,” exclaimed the fair companion. "What did you hold?” “L only had one little pair of deuces, Allie,” said the innocent manipulator of the jack-pot. “Wasn’t it just too lovely for any thing? So 1 thought I’d come over and buy the goods to-day. Isn’t it a bargain?”— Society column o/' a Boston paper. An Animal Apple-Gatherer. Gathering fruit is a frequent practice of animals,and yet there is a stratagem attributed to that “walking bunch of tooth-picks” called the hedgehog, which is curious enough to deserve special mention. It seems that fruit is frequently found iu the hedgehog's sleeping-apartment, and its presence there is explained in this remarkable way: It is known that hedgehogs often climb walls, aud run off upon low boughs, and instead of scrambling down iu the same manner, they boldly make the leap from the top" to the grouud. sometimes ten or twelve feet. They coil into a ball in the air, strike Upon their armor of spines, and bound away unharmed. In taking this jump, they have been seen to strike upon fall en fruit, which, thus impaled upon their spiues, was carried away by them: aud this has given rise to the opinion that iu some such way they may have stored their winter homes C. F. Holder t in St. Nicholas for Jday. INCIDENT OF THE TURF. How Uau Mace Drove Lady Thorne a Mile In 3:08. An intimate friend of Dan ilace, writes a correspondent to the New York Times, has been regaling me with entertaining reminiscences of the fam ous driver. One of his stories may mildly be called a little astonishing. I plainly manifested my skepticism when I heard it, but the earnestness with which it was reiterated and the indis putable fact that other veteran horse men among themselves have seriously recited and discussed it warrant me in making it public property now after the lapse of years in which it has been treasured in contideuce by Mace’s in timates. Mace told the tale to friends in whom he trusted, but secrecy was always imposed upon his hearers; for, though it was perhaps the text of the chief boast of his life, there were some phases in it which, for apparent rea sons, he took no personal pride. Gen eral publication of the story even now will doubtless provoke many warm discussions in trotting circles. “Billy” Hunter, a conspicuous horseman now living at Hartford, and a quondom crony of Mace, vouches for the truth of the chronicle, claiming personal knowl edge of it, while other men well known on the track recite the same narrative as they say they heard it from Mace’s own lips. “Years ago,” began my authority, “when forty-pound sulkies and shin and pastern boots were un known, Lady Thorne headed the list of trotters. Oh, she was a good one in her day, but she needed careful nursing and regular straight handling. Dan was the only man who could ever got the last loop out of her. Tricky and a trifle mean when she was stale, the mare sometimes got Dan out of patience, and sometimes, as all the stable-boys will remember, he went at her in a pretty lively way. One hot Friday morning in July when Mace went out to her stall the animal was unusually ugly. She had done fast work on the preceding Tuesday atrainst time, and had been in high feather ever since; now almost fiercely she turned upon ‘Old Blue Jacket,’ and fastened her teeth upon his shoulder. Dan was hurt, and Dan was mad. He ordered his men to put a strong bridle on the beast and take her into a covered en closure. With the long bridle rein over a high stringer he had the men haul the mare’s head high into the air, and then taking a new driving whip Dan laid it on with might and main, shouting and yelling at the mare con tinually; break away she could not,and before the old man got through with her she was covered with foam and trembling like an aspen leaf. A wild, frightened look was in her eye, and if ever a horse appeared heart-broken, Lady Thorne did on that July day. But Dan’s ire was not appeased. •Hook her up,’ he said to ‘Billy’ Hunt er, who was with him then as his head groom; ‘hook her up and take this watch and catch my second mile. I’ll loosen her up a bit on the first mile, and then I’m going to send her on the repeat for all she is worth. Yon take that time. Now, my old girl, I’ll fix you,’ he said sternly, as he caught the reins behind the affrighted horse. He seemed to hold her back with difficulty on the first mile. She feared that cruel whip. Gradually letting her out she came down to the starting post for the second mile like a Hash, and away she went. The watch snapped as it began timing a mile, which Dan Mace averred to his dying-day was the fastest ever spun by a trotting-horse in all the world. How he yelled! How he laid ou the lash! He acted like a maniac. Under every blow Lady Thorne sped along faster and faster, while gaping, awe-stricken hostlers looked on in speechless amazement, for such trot ting as this not one had ever dared to even dream of. Down the back-stretch tore the maddened animal, too frighten ed to break, trotting squarely without a skip. Around the lower turn and down the stretch sailed the mare, white with foam, speckled with blood. With in a hundred feet of the wire Mace let out a screech moro hideous seven thau any that had preceded it; Lady Thorne flew through the air faster still, and, like lightning shot under the wire. Hunter looked at the stop-watch, grew pale, and shut the case with a vehe ment snap. “ ‘What was it?’ breathlessly de manded the half-dazed onlookers. “ ‘Never mind; wait till they come in.’ “Almost wholly white, trembling and stumbling, back jogged the mare. Dan’s face was ghastly, and the veins on his forehead stood out like whip cords. “ ‘Take good care of her, boys; I’ve been devilish rough with the beast,’ he muttered as they led the hofse away. •• ‘Hunter,’ said Dan, ‘you and I will never live to see that mile trotted again. Let me look at the watch.’ When Hunter obeyed Mace stared al most vacantly at the dial, and then of a sudden, half in soliloquy, ho said simply, ‘I knew it.’ “That watch marked 2:08,” said my enthusiastic friend, “and 2:08 it was.” Many horsemen kuow this; many be lieve it; some dou’t; but to my mind it is really true. lam willing to take the word of Billy Hunter and the word of Dan Mace that Lady Thorne on that day trotted the fastest mile this world ever saw. Bill Xye’s Advice to Parents. Do not constantly tell your boy “how tall” lie is—that he "grows like a weed” —and finally make him think that he is a giraffe. If you keep it up you will fi nally make a round-shouldered, awk ward. bashful bean-pole out of a migh ty good looking boy. I* every tall boy in this country will agree to lick every wooden-headed man who tells him “how he does grow,” 1 will agree to hold the coat of said tall boy. lam now dealing with a subject of which I happen to be informed. The same rule applies to girls as well. If you want to make your daughter fall over the piano and yearn to climb a tree whenever sh' sees anyone come toward the house tell her “what a great swalloping tom boy she is getting to be.” In this way if her parents act judiciously and in concert, we can soon have a nati n of young men and women whose manners and carriage will be as beautiful and symmetrical as the plaster west u i a sore toe. Serious Consequences of Sunday- Fishing. Sheik Kemal Edin Demiri, who died about A. D. 1406, and was the author of a voluminous treatise ou the life of animals, relates the following story as a fact: “The inhabitants ol a town call ed Olila, on the shore of the lied Sea, were in olden times metamorphosed in to monkeys, in punishment for their wickedness. They had broken the babbath by fishing. Some of their pious fellow-citizens endeavored in vain to convey them back into the path of virtue; and, finally, when all admoui tious proved useless, left the town. Re turning to their homes three days later, they found, instead of their neighbors, baboons, which met thorn looking sor rowfully, and expressing by signs and attitude that they recognized the friends whose advice they had scorned with so dreadful a result- In his anger, Allah had inflicted a terrible sentence upon them. The writer carefully in sists on the circumstance that the cul prits were Jews. The Prophet and his followers admit this metamorphosis by God’s special intervention as a fact, and this fully explains the prominent part assigned to apes in all Arabic fables and tales. The early Egyptians believed religious ly that some groups of monkeys were experts in writing, and, by that fact alone, equal if not superior to mankind in general. A number of apes were consequently sheltered and fed in the temples, worshiped during life, and embalmed after death. Those privi leged specimens of the four-handed tribe, when first introduced into the temple, were handed a slate and pen cil by the chief-priest, and humbly re quested to show their right to admis sion into the sacred asylum by writing. The gamboling and grin uing candidates wrote, and nobody ever doubted that the figures traced by their agile hands fully deserved to be classed in the cat egory of hieroglyphs. So highly were they held in respeet and veneration, that the holy Sphinx was represented with their hair-dress, and, till to-day, men and women in the country of the Mahdi give their hair the same shape. But the Egyptians never admitted that tlie priests or Pharaohs were the de scendants of monkeys, while, on the contrary, the Hindoos built houses and temples to shelter and worship apes, and venerated the princes of their coun try as the direct offspring of the holy animals. The Arabs regard the latter as “tlie descendants of the wicked, to whom nothing is sacred, nothing re spectable, nothing too good or 100 bad; who never feel friendly dispositions for other creatures of the Lord, and are damned by Allah, and carry the like ness of the devil and of man combined on their ill-shaped bodies.”— L>r. Al fred E. Urchin, in Popular Science Monthly for June. Webster’s Atullsnce of Two, Here is a new anecdote of Webster, It was o.dd by the late Col. Munford, who *'a» at one time secretary of the Virgin':*. commonwealth, and it has neve; been published: Col. Munford was i- uis office at the state house one day "lieu a distinguished looking man, accompauied by a young lady, came in and aAed if they could see the legisla tive chambers. Col. Munford at once recognized, from portraits he had seen, the face of Webster, and, wishing to see as much of the great statesman as possible, offered to accompany him through the state-house. The young lady seemed to be a relative of Web ster, and was very bright and piquant in her conversation. There was a constant fire of clever repartee be tween the two, and when the party reached the senate chamber the young lady, turning to him, exclaimed: “Now, everybody says you are a great man, and can make a speech without any preparation. 1 want you to prove it.” As she said this she moved to the rostrum, and took possession of the president’s chair. “The house will please come to order. The gentleman from Massachusetts . has the floor.” “Webster,” said Col. Munford, relat ing the incident, “took, as if by in stinct, the most favorable position in the room, so that his voice could best be heard, and for ten or fifteen min utes he spoke with an eloquence I have never heard equaled. He referred to Virginia’s past, and, alluding especial ly to her distinguished sons, he pointed out their portraits that hung on the walls, and described their traits in the most beautiful language imaginable.” Col. Munford frequently told his friends that it was the best speech he ever lis tened to.— Baltimore American. mm mm Kandii.>m« risltinz onrds with jooi ff M E name neatly printed 10 c^nts. ** M* Beautiful Cmomo carja, with name M tr\ J 8 cent*. W ■ E.efant visiting cards, gilt or fluey m 9 | I edge, with name, SO cents. \ W Grand Hidden Name cards, with 11 ■ name, SO cents. Any of the sSots sent post-paid on receipt ol prino. The Plowbov Co.. Csuit Point. G*. For Handsomest! Cheapest! Best IRON ROOFING. 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