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There ore 5,000,000 Indians ia
Mexico,making thirty-five per cent, of the
entire population. They speak thirty-fire
idioms and sixty-nine dialects. They are
nearly all grossly ignorant, and lire t>y
themselves a wild, half-savage life in the
country districts. Governor Jose If aria
Ramirez, of Chiapas, wQl Soon ask the
President to appropriate $1,000,000 to
educate these Indians.
The Washington -correspondent of the
Louisville Courier-Journal fears that
liquor and labor are going to make the
orthodox pintles a good deal of trouble
in the near future.”
The fruit production of California is
1 something wonderful. During 1885 she
produced in raisins over 0,000,000
pounds, or nearly three times as much as
ia 1884. She also sent to market last
year 1.600,000 pounds of prunes, 1,823,-
000 pounds of apples, I,p00,000 ponnds
of peaches, 1,189,000 pounds of plums,
050,000 pounds of apricots, 2,250,000
pounds of honey, 1,250,000 pounds of
walnut), 1,050,000 pounds of almonds.
It is said that by the simple use of
citric acid or citrate of silver, sea water
may be made a good, wholesome mineral
drink. Now, if by some easy sort of
manipulation earth could be made into
good food, a man could work his
way through life without having to
struggle yery hard.
The Stniu London correspondent writes
that the cry of something to do which
now goes up In England is as much from
the rich as from the poor. The aristoc
racy and .the nabobs are at their wits'
ends for novelties in which to kill time.
Perhaps Burns hit it when he wrote:
A deplorable result of the unwarrant
able corruption of the word “fire” to
node It synonymous with the verb
^Ssject 1 * is detailed in a Western news
paper. A hotel clerk left written in
structions on a slate for the porter to
build a fire in one of the guest's rooms,
reading: “Room 40—fire at 10:30.”
When 10:30 o'clock arrived the matter-
of-fact porter went up to the room and
•*‘fired” the occupant of room 40 into the
street, in spite of his expostulations.
With downright want of work are curst 1
Great rivalry as to speed exist among
he tailing ships that annually take grain
and flour to England from Oregon and
California. The distance is 18,000miles,
and three crack ships competed this
year, the winner the Lucknow, making
the voyage to Southampton in 100 days,
and the second best reaching Queens
town in 116 days.
William Presneil was on trial recently
at New Madrid, Mo., for the murder of
bis father-in-law. He very successfully
feigned to be deaf and dumb and was
xmpidly winning the sympathy of the
crowd, when the judge suddenly turned
upon him with grim visage and threat;
cning mein, and in a voico of thunder de
manded: “Can you hear or talk?”
Throwing his head forward, with out
stretched arms, the eyeballs nearly burst
ing from their sockets, Presneil sang out
at the top of his voice: “No, sir!” The
•fleet, says the St. Louis Glob-Democrat,
was startling. He dropped back into his
•eat, paralyzed at the mistake, while his
honor, the lawyers and the crowded
court-room roared and shouted with hi
larious merriment, which continued so
Song that the room was ordered cleared.
New York and Pennsylvania are the
mothers of Congressmen, having forty
sons each in the present House; Ohio
comes next with thirty-four, Virginia
with twenty-three, and Kentucky with
twenty-two; Tennessee has seventeen
sons, North Carolina sixteen, Massachu
setts ani Indiana each fifteen, Georgia
and Vermont each thirteen, South Caro-
lina twclvc, Illinois and New Hampshire
■‘j ten each; Maryland and Connecticut and
Ireland have nine each, and Michigan
* eight, Missouri, Alabama and New Jer
sey aix each, West Virginia, Louisiana,
Delaware, Rhode Island and England
four each; Mississippi and Scotland have
three,-and Arkansas, Florida, and Wis
consin and Germany have a pair; Iowa
end Texas each have a son, and the Dis
trict of Columbia, New Mexico, New
fliunswick, Ontario, Bavaria* Norway,
Hungary, Grand Duchy of Luxemburg,
Russia and the Isle of Ulan are repre
sented also.
The pension of $2,000 a year that has
been voted to Mrs. Hancock is the larg
est paid to the widow of any soldier ex
cept Mrs. Grant who receives the $5,000
•year granted to all the widows of Pres
idents—Mrs. Polk, Mrs. Tyler, and Mrs.
<3arfi«ld. The widow of General and ex-
Senator Shields receives the next largest
•mount, $1,200 a year, granted her by a
•pedal act of Congress in 1879. The
mother of General McPherson receives
$50 a month, and that amount is also
paid the widows of twenty-six deceased
-generals of the lato war, Hackleman,
Richardson, Wallace, Plummer, Stevens,
Baker, Whipple, Sumner, Bidwell, Mor
ris, Berry, Lovell, Anderson, Canby,
Thomas, Heiatzleman, Finley, Mitchell,
Casey,*Tnylcr, Rosscau, Custer, French
1 Ramsay, and Warren. The widows of
Admirals Wood, Reynolds, Hoff, Davis,
Winslow, Paulding, Rodgers, Spotts
and Goldsboro, and of Commodores Gal
lagher, Frailey, McCaulley, McCaver
and Guest, of the navy, receive a similar
pension, os do the widows of Colonels
Harris, Dhlany and Twiggs, of the ma
rine corps.
The dairymen in. Italy - are improving
their fatalities and butter to such an
extent as to become formidable rivals to
the Dutch in the export trade with
India, China and other Oriental custom
ers. Italy has a. much longer butter
producing season than Denmark, and
threatens to supply French markets with
large quantities, thus forcing French'
and Danish butter upon the English
buyerS'-Tcacting upon the American ex
port trade in butter, which has already
suffered f considerably from European
competition, the value having fallen
for ten months of this season to $2,654,-
183, against $3,407,799 for same time
last year, and in quantity from 19,910,-
957 pounds in 1884-85 to 1,953,047
pounds in 1885-80.
COME* HOME, CHILDREN.
T wed to play on the white beach sands,
And paddle with tare brown feet in the
foam.
I used to live near the Mexican Gulf,
And never a bqy had a fairer home.
Wo were six children, merry and bold,
SiOots and fishers bound to be.
We built oar boats and we cast oar nets
All day long by the sounding sea—
AJld —
1 the wave
> white with breaking
The New York Times declares that the
frauds practiced upon farmers by knaves
of various kinds have become so preva
lent and notorious that even the agricul
tural department at Washington has
‘turned its attention to the subject. In-
-vwtigation has b:cn made in the Bohe
mian cat swindle, which has grown into
«uch proportions as to become a serious
disaster. Ia some counties in Ohio where
the operators have worked most indus
triously as much as $90,000 in notes ob
tained by fraudulent representations has
been turned into the hanks for collection
» only one county, and, notwithstanding
the publicity given to the frauds during
three cr four years past, the present
: prolific of victims than
s previous one. Farmers are induced
to pay ten dollars a bushel for the seed
of this worthless grain on the prom-
. * 8 produce at the same price.
i payment for the seed,
1 is given thut the oats will be
»rhcn -ready. The note is good
s a farm to make
worthless be-
The superiority of American fun is ac
knowledged by an editorial writer in the
Londoh News. He holds that then are
only two kinds of American humor to
which the Englishman objects. The
'jokes about courting between lovers
seated on a snake fence,or about Sunday-
pchools and quaint answers there given
Biblical questions, leave us cold.” He
declares that in literature, when English
men want to bo even hysterically di
verted, they must, as a rule, buy their
fun from the American humorist. “Wo
are not at present,” he says, “a boister
ously comic lot of geniuses, and if you
■ee the tears running down the eyes of a
fellow-countryman reading in a railway
carriage, if he be writhing with mirth
too powerful for expression, the odds are\
that he has got hold of a Yankee book.
It is unsafe to recommend* any writer as
very funny. No man can'ever tell how
bis jjeighbor will take a joke. But it
majqaxfcly be said that authors who
tickle their students are ex-
rare in England except as writers
for the stage.” ,
The President's Desk.
The President’s desk in the early morn
ing presents a queer sight. When the
Chief Executive lays aside his Havana to
go to work, there are upon the table all
sorts of things. Papers of every descrip
tion, .pertaining to almost every known
subject under the sun, are there, and the
writing on the envelopes is a study.
People resort to every means to reach the
President’s car and eye, and present their
claims after their own style. “Personal”
is always written on letters addressed to
the President, but nearly all of his mail
is gone through by Colonel Lament and
the under-secretaries, and the really per
sonal or important letters sifted out and
laid on the President's desk, and these
legion. His desk is always neatly
arranged in the morning, but it presents
a sorry appearance when the day’s work
is done. The President receives a good
many papers from callers during the day,
and these he lays on his table. He is a
quick worker, and in an hour generally
has everything in order, and u majority
of the cares either disposed of entirely
properly referred.
One of the most pleasant yet difficult
duties he has to perform is appeasing the
autograph craze. Doorkeeper Lceffier
generally has a dozen or so autograph
albums lying on his table. When the
President comes to his office in the
morning Lceffier takes in his littte load,
and if the President appears, to be in a
good humor he lays them on the table,
and the President, with a laugh and some
remark about the'eraze; writes his signa
ture nearly always this way:
Grover Cleveland.
March 27,1886.
When the books have all been signed
Lceffier takes them to. his desk and keeps
them until they are called for. The
President sometimes varies the way of
writing his autograph, occa*ycnallyfol-
lowing the date by “Executive Mansion’'
or ‘‘White House,” but never putting
“President” before or af.er his name.—
Washington Post. .
“ ‘Como home, children; your father, ft here;
Tlie meal is ready, the fire ia bright.’ ."?**
Then gladly enough we left oar play,
For sweet was the love and rest mod light.
I th ink I caniee the bare white nuds;
I think I can so* the foam.
Oh! would I could hear my mother call—
‘Willy, don't linger; corns home; come
homer
“For I was always the last to hear,
Always the last her smile to meet;
8o when the rest an the hearth-stone stood,
8 till she was watching my tardy f$et.
Dora she watch them yet from the hills of
God!
Does she. see how sadly now they roam! .
In a little while shall I hear the call-7 *
‘Willy, don't linger; come home; w™
homef
“For I am weary, and sad, and old;
My feet are touching the great dim sea;
Thu others are safe with her long ago;
But she Is waiting, watching for me.”
He talked all night of the bare white sands,
Of his mother's voice and tha breaking
foam;
But just as the dawning touched the
Wo knew he had found his mother and
home. . «
Mothers who know that your tail is great,
Mothers who fear that your love is vain,*
Sous may wander and seem to forget;
Some day they will remember again.
They may grow famous, or rich, or old;
Far away from your side they may roam;
The gray-headed man is only a boy
■When he whispers “Mother!” and think*
of home.
—Mary A. Barr, in Harper’s Weekly.
Dorothy’s Enterprise.
“No,” said Dorothy Mallard, “I won’t
run the farm-with any man on shares! I’ve
seen enough df that in father's time. It
was always the man that got rich, and
father that lpst ”
“You won’t, eh!” said Silas Green,red
dening aqgrily.
‘No,” said Dorothy, “I won’t.
Then I guess yau and the children
will starve,” growled Silas. “Any
how. I guess nobody’ll feel sorry for
you.” *’
“It’s very well to talk about sympathy
and help, and all that sort of thing,”
said. Dorothy Mallard. “But when
it comes to actual business, I’ve ob
served that every man’s hand is for him
self.”
But no woman ever yet made a farm
pay,” said Silas Green, sullenly biting the
end of a burnt match.
“Well, anyway, I mean tohavea try at‘
it,” said calm Dorothy.
She was not quite twenty, this positive
young female—a tall, well-made woman,
with bright, gray-blue eyes, a healthy
red-and-white complexion and very dark
brown hair, brushed straight away from
her smooth forehead.
She was no city damsel whose ideas of
life are limited to six-button kid gloves,
opera matinees and. walks on ‘the sunny
side of upper Broadway, but. a straight
forward, business girl, who knew every
detail of farm life, and could tell just
when rye ought to go in and carrots come
out.
Her father had been “complaining,”
as the country folk phrased it, for years;
and now that he was dead. Dorothy felt
avalanche of care descending on
her. For there were four wistful-eyed
little f 5 *' 1 A ^— * - ’
provic
“Doan you fret, Miss Dawthy; I’ll guar
antee de crop turns out fust best.”'. *
And so Jubal took up his resides co in
the bam chamber, where he smoked him-.
self into semi-stupefaction of an even
ing, and'told ghost stories that .made
little Abel’s flaxen hair stand on - end,
between the pipe-lightings.
“An old man of seventy and a child of
seven!” jeered 8ilas Green. “We’llsee
what sort of fanning that is!”
Dorothy turned short around upon him.
“I bsliere,” said she,with glittering eyes,
‘that you would be pleased, Silas—yes,
pleased—if I was to foil in this
i of mine.”
, I calculate it would teach you
•pretty'good lesson,” raid he, disagree
ably. • • t >
, Bnt as time went on, the young chick
ens grew as fat as if they liad been in
Dorothy's confidence, and were secretly
preparing themselves for the gridiron
and the spit; the ripening, strawberries
all the field; tbevoung grape
roots stretched their green tendrils sun
ward, and the tobacco waved its monster
leaves, as if it fancied iftelf in old Vir
ginia instead of growing on a rocky
Rhode Island farm. ’
Dorothy Mallard worked late and early.
She herself took her crops into town with
a borrowed wagon and the old blind pony,
which, having been turned opt into the
world to die.by a heartless Clam-vender,
had been led home and fd on juicy
grass by Abel and Chatty, and who had
actually developed into a sort of Indian
summer of usefulness under the unwonted
stimulus of plenty of food and bedding
addAcinA treatment. ;
*^ J And the tobacco field won such renown
throughout the neighborhood that a gen
tleman from Providence—a-famous cigar
manufacturer—drove up, one afternoon,
to lopk at it.
‘Pretty nice ’backer, sah,” chuckled
old Jubal, who, in his rag ged working-
suit, was working in the little plantation,
with an occasional pull at a clay pipe.
“A fine crcp.” said Mr. iMayhew.
“Your own raising, my man ?” -
“Me an’ Miss Dawthy,” said old Jubal.
“Ef dar's anyfing we understand it is to-
backer.”
‘What will you take for it,”, said Mr.
Mayhew, “as it stands?”
“Mas’ ask Miss Dawthy,” said the old
man, slowly shaking his head. “Miss
Dawthy’s de boss. Ole Jubal dunno
nuffin'.” i *
“Where is this Miss Dawthy of vours?”
“She done took a load ob eggs an
poultry into town,” said Jubal. *‘Massa
mus’ wait”’
“Who owns the farm?” M|> Mayhew
ashed* •
r ‘.‘Miss Dawthy,” said Jubal.
“Who works‘it?”
“Miss Dawthy.”
“She must be a smart woman,” ob
served Mr. Mayhew, carelessly!
“Dat she jes’ is!” said old Jubal. “As
smart as de best steel-trap in Provi
dence.”
Mr Maytsw naturally prepared him-
self.-to beho’.d a raw-boned, elderly fe
male, with a hide-and-leather complex
ion, and elbows as sharp as the angle of
a Virginia fence. His surprise; at the ap
pearance of pretty Dorothy AJallard can
easily be imagined.
THE MJC1IACHA.
PICTURESQUE TYPE OP THE
MEXICAN COUNTRY GIRL:
Her Dross and Characteristics—
Mingling Her Religions Obser
vances With Coquetry—Her
Married Life.
iris and one delicate boy to be
At the end of the season Dorothy bal
anced her accounts.
“Well.” said Silas Green, who had
strolled up in the frosty . starlight 1 , with
the inevitable burnt match in^his mouth,
“how much have you lost?” 1
“I don’t know that it's any. of _ your
business,” said she, with some spirit
“J.qnly asked as a friend,” remarked
Silas, somewhat discomfited.
“Oh, is.that if? I thought it sounded
exactly as if yon were asking as an en
emy,” dryly observed Dorothy*. “Well,
of course, if that is the case, I don’t ob
ject to answering. I haven’t lost any
thing.”
“Just made matters meet, eh? ; *
“Plus one hundred dollars!” trium
phantly reponded Dorothy.
* ‘Great Scott!” shouted Silas. ‘ ‘There
ain’t many fanners in Gl^ngowe hev
made more money than that this year.
I suppose it’s the tobacco crop.”
“That, and other things,” said Doro
thy. * ‘The strawberries have done splen
didly, and I could have sold twice as
many spring broilers and fresh eggs if I
had had them. But I don’t deny that
the tobacco crop has been very fortunate
—very fortunate, indeed!” she added,
with a far-away glitter in her gray-blue
The Mexican “muchacha” is as pic
turesque a type of the peasant girls as
can be met on the hills of Normandy
or in the valleys of Switzerland. In the
more unfrequented portions of this re
public, writes a City of Mexico corre*
spondent of the Providence Journal, the
peasant girl is seen in all her'primitive
simplicity. As the lumbering stage
coach, with its dozen passengers,
slackens up at the adobe gato of some
hacienda, and the driver shouts his
“Buenos Dias!” or words of greeting,
the first to issue from the gray-walled
hacienda is a Mexican muchacha. True
to the vein of curiosity which forms a
fiber of the feminine heart, the muchacha
must see who are the new arrivals.
She standi at th? v great gate of the
hacienda shyly watching the newcomers.
She is but a'developed child; simple,-
picturesque,.content; one whose face is
not freckled! whose limbs, are not atten
uated and never knew_ the mi.nacling of
a stocking. Her hair is not gilden; her
feet are bare, and the two long braids of
jetty hair failing behind are caught at
the ends with the inevitable bit of bright
ribbon. ' When speaking she generally
catches the braids and flings ’them over
her breast and herbrewn, bare shoulders.
She wears no Pompadour, no Grecian
coil, and no bangs, but her hair, parted
in the middle, is as glossy and black as
the famous atznbatcheof her native hills.
She wears only a short skirt, and that in
timate, low-cut vesture of white texture
and scant pattern 60 well known and
seldom mentioned, which hangs sus
pended from her nut-brown shoulders,
and is caught inside the skirt before it is
gathered in at the waist. She is entirely
unconscious of a want of further clothing.
Among the different types of woman
in America none is more unique than the
Mexican muchacha; for she is a woman
governed rather by the characteristics of
a race than by the shackles of ed
ucation, coquettish from instinct, grace
ful because natural.. The traveler re
members well a creature who watches
him with less of inquisitive curiosity than
sly coquettishness in those very black
eyes. But beyond the mere attraction of
her glances are the associations which en
viron that creature. She in the repre
sentative of a romantic race whose civili
zation, coeval with the palmiest days of
Egypt and Persia, partakes strangely of
the Orient. Like her sister on the
Ganges, the Nile, and the Euphrates, she
makes ber’tortillas of unleavened bread;
she carries water on her head as grace
fully as Rebecca, and spins like Pene
lope. But her race has bent below the
fluttering of a cross emblazoned flag,
which, wherever it has gone, has left be
hind it a trail of desolation. It was be
neath that Castilian flag that; the native
American woman became Spanish
in the olden time of strength
and conquest; and unchan] '
in manner, appearance, or taste, she
acquired the new characteristic coquetry
so essentially Spanish. While the pretty
oval face, the bright black eyes, and the
quick, glib tongue of the Mexican
muchacha. is the same as it wiis five hun
dred or a thousand years ago, she has
attained other characteristics brought to
her by the chivalric soldiers of Cortez.
The entire life of this little lady is
wrapped up in her church, her guitar,
her fandango, her cigarette, her lover
—and oftentimes her fan. When used
by her, this latter is a weapon of immense
power and caliber. Behind it she keeps
the ever-loaded batteries of those blaclc,
brilliant eyes, and she can carry by
means of motions made by her fan cither
hope or horror to the heart of Lor lover.
But amoDg the distinctively Mexican
the language of the fan
hot from a fiat cazuclta, or earth*, n fiy-
ing-p.in. and covered with thick gravy.:
Her tortillas—bread—are flat, round
cakes of flour, toasted over the chnreo d;
they contain no yeast or bicarbonate poi
sons: there tortillas, curled up, are used to
-~'-p the frijoies like a spoon, only th ?
. >n is eaten each time. The mole.made
and served by this muchacha, is as savory
a dish as can be found anywhere, and
resembles that king of dishes, the curric
of the East Indies. Every Mexican peas
ant girl is an adept in the cooking of
stole, or corn-meal gruel, euchilades, and
tamales, spicy preparations wrapped in
the pliant tortillas, and she is alro a good
judge of Mexico's national beverages—
’ |ue and mezcal.
le mattress of the muchacha is often-
timei of wool, her rug a sheepskin, her
E illow a tank of earth. To her that
abyish luxuy, a rocking-chair, is un
known, and her bare feet never prejs a
carpet. To swing jn a hammock in her
hut of palm and fondly finger her guitar
while she'builds day dreams seems to
just sir. it the average muchacha till she
blooms out as a married woman and
builds a nest.
WHICH SUFFERED MOSV.
She sat beside her cabin door,
And sang a sweet, pathetic sang,
And watched the soldiers pass aldng
Down to their boats, near by thsaihro.
Bnt when her lover passol she sighed*
And from her lips she threw a kiss.
Which his swift glances did not miss.
For Helen was his fondest pride.
He went to fight, she lingersi there
Within the sad and lonesome dell—
Which suffered mast! We cannrt tell
Which heart endured the mo it (Impair.
He bravely fought and bravely fell: '
Sh»thought of him each night and day*.
And then her spirit passed away.
Which suffered m jst I We cannot tell.
Which suffered mod, th* warrior brave
Who fought for freedom's gory goal.
Or she who mourned until her soul
Found rest and peace within the grave!
—Hotcard G. Tripp,in Rural.
* “I swan-to'goodness, I’m glad of it!”
a n .V I said Silas Green, with an effort. “Yes I
Silas Green and Dorothy Mailmd had ^ You’ve done a’most as well as if
nCV nndS^TJiln y you'd been a man. Dorothy. And I doh’t
rnnnitv 6 JSiv® con *‘ • mind tellin’ you I’ve made up my mind
mumty. that they b-.onged to each to j et bygones be bygone?, and marry you
•ftp*- all”’
since
other.
They had “kept company”
Dorothy put up her hair behind with
comb. And Sill’
iv. _ Consequently he did not approve
of this new outcropping of Dorothy’s in
dependence.
“I’d marry her in a minute il she’d hear
to my way of doing things,” said he. “Of
course the little girls are old enough to
after all.
: “Marry me?” said Dorothy.
Silas GfCen nodded his head benevo
lently.
“Oh, no, I don’t think you will,” said
she.k - '
“I’ve decided to let you take
the children just as you please,” said
Silas. * ‘Though I still think it would be
better to bind ’em out to trades. For
there’s no denying that you’re'a smart
sensible women who would Rive Vm ; “ on 0 f m , head. I-”
heir hoard and clothes for the work/ ..D on ’ t go on, please!” faltered Doro-
taey would do. And as for the little boy | thy listen to it, Silas. I am
ever so much obliged toyou, but lam
engaged to another
But Dorothy’s eyes had flashed indig-
Silas had hint9d some such
nation-whep
arrangement.
“Do 2” she raid bitterly.
‘Send, little
The Coffin-Making Industry.
There are thirty-four coffin factoriesi in
the United States, and they tarn out an
average of 150 coffins and caskets a day.
The largest factory is in Cincinnati; it
covers acres of ground, and its shop facil
ities are so great that it manufactures
everything necessary to complete a fun
eral, except corpses. Anything from a
tack up tonhearse can be seen in process
of manufacture on their premise?. Next
to Cincinnati, Chicago has the largest
coffin factorie*. The biggest coffin kept
in stock by one Chicago house is six feet
nine inches in length and has an opening
of twenty-eight or twenty-nine inches.
The average opening is only eighteen or
nineteen inches, and the average long
coffin is six feet four inches. . The long
est coffin turned out by any factoiy is a
nine-footer, in which the dignitaries of
the Catholic church arc buried. Such a
coffin was used at the burial of Cardinal
MeCloskey, the extra leigth being it:-
ouired for his crown whifh l.e wore in
aeuth. About twenty four hours
taken to put this coffin together,
ordinary coffin, that is. a cofT
large size, no matter wiiat its
character of the
oaa be i
ta«d*h,
Abel to the workhouse. That’s the way j
to manage. And as for the jprls, it’s a
pity we doift live in Singapore or Bom-
bay, or some of them ’places where they
fling all the girl-babies into the river be
forethey are are olcl cnouglv to be ia tjie
way. I wonder, Silas Green, what you
take me for?”
So Dorothy gave up all idea? of mar
ried life, and set herself to. work to earn a
livelihood out of the old farm.
“It's no u c e my thinking of wheat and
rye. and potatoes, and that sqrt of thing,”
said she. '“Itwould require too much
capital ard too many hands. Beside,
father used to say .that the market wa3
overstocked. 1*11 put the ,big corn-lots
into tobaccx That’s a crop that a woman
can handle. Did. Jubal will bclpme abont
the curing lor a mere trifle: and HI put
some grape vines up the n rocky terraces
by the south wood*, and the big straw
berry field is com : n : in5p fine bearing
this rear. I'm gl d I set oat the young
plants Ja-t June, and watered. ’em all
through the drought. And then there’s
the voung chickens. "We never did have
euch a fine lot before. And Polly, and
,‘Hnl-lo!” said SHas.
He took up his hat and went precipi
tately home.
“I wonder
himself. Th —
half good enoimh for Dorothy Mallard !**•
But the next Sunday, with all the roads
coverc^ wilh the first pra'l-white snow
of the Reason, a cutter dashed by him as
he plodded along toward the old stone
c^ubjSw,\V* - - r --
“It’s. Dorothy!” said he. stopping to
stare after it. “And that’s Mr. Mayhew,
the cigar manufacturer from Providence
that bought in her tobacco crop. I see
it all now! I—see—it—all!”
As„for old Jubal, he rejoiced greatly.
“De righteous is allays cared for.” said
he. “I’sto'sweep out*de warehouses ah’
feed de engine-fires. Ts allays hankered
arter a warm place. And tfs to have*all
de waste chewing shog I wants. Ef dar’
any better place dan dat, I wishes deyds
jes’let me knowTen Forrat Graces.
No Title? of Nobility.
It may strike the superficial observer
of Oriental usazes as peculiar that in the
Ottoman dominion there are no titles of
nobility, no aristocracy or inherited titles.
The sultan himself is no more, in the
li"ht of the Koran, than his meanest
peasant girls, the language of the fan
little understood, and certainly not
often practiced as among the senoritas
who are belles in the cities and towns.
Still, when they once master this flutter
ing language they soon become adepts.
The muchacha is intensely religious in
her own peculiar way. Over her bed is a
niche with her favored saint, to whom she
burns candles, and before which
she kisses her tiny crucifix and' tells the
beads of her rosary. To her the confes
sion-box is holy ground, and the bowl of
holy water at’the door of her favorite
church is sacramental. Still the monot
ony of her service wears on the young
heart, and oftentimes while in her church
pattering her prayers in a low mumble,
crossing herself with lightning rapidity,
and glibly telling her beads, she is all
the time keeping up- an exchange of
messages with her eyes with her lover
kneeling some distance off. The church
often becomes the try sting-ground where
notes are slyly exchanged and where ap
pointments a
The guitar ...
sopje of thece girls, but their singing is
seldom sweet.
Life would lose half its charm to the
muchacha if she could not have her fan
dango. The danza is her passion, and
her ear and her feet are ever alert to the
thin strains of the gnitar. Red calico is
the predominating costume among
the ladies, and among the gen
tlemen white unbleached cotton
or manta suits. The room, gen
erally low-roofed and with a dirty floor,
is lighted with numerous tallow-dip3,
while a typical orchestra of three or four
guitars keeps compass for the'flying feet
weaving the mysterious mazes of the
swinging, swaying danzas, the incom
pressible jaraba and other popular dances.
Her cigarette is almost as indispensa
ble as her lover. Without it her primi
tive meals lack seasoning She can twirl
the cigarette paper as easily as she tarns
roand her finger her Ramon or Francisco,
her 4 R*cardo or Felipe—whatever the
loverii name may be. Tnqt feat of twist
ing the tobacco into a'slip of paper
about two inches square is with difficulty
learned by foreigners, still the swarthy
beauty can with three or four ranid
movements of four fingers and her
thumbs roll up a cigarette while she is
flirting, crush “ '
Kilanea’s Bottomless Grater.
Mr. Charles M. Rowley, vice-president
of the Brush Electric Light company,
says in a recent private letter from
abroad:
“Mrs. Rowley, my son Charles «pd
myself, with seven other ladies and
gentlemen from fAustralia, visited the
great volcano known as Kilanea, on the
Island of Hawaii, five hundred miles
from Honolulu, and nearly 3,000 miles
from 8an Francisco'. We left Honolulu
by steamer, and after a stormy voyage of
two days landed in Hawaii, and thence
went on mule4 over thirty miles of lava
beds until we reached the crater of Kila
nea, now seven thousand feet above the
sea. We descended at night into the
crater, and walked a distance of three
miles over lava until we reached
the burning lake. - This was very
active, and we sat for hours
brink of the great lake
3, which was at least
three miles long by one and a half wide.
The waves of fire were running very
high, often one hundred feet, while erup
tions were of frequent occurrence, throw
ing molten lava into the air hundreds of
feet with a noise that was deafening.
‘Now for our narrow escape. Tnis en
tire lava area, including miles around the
lake, the very spot where we sat down
and passed hours, the three miles of path
way across the lava beds upon which we
walked, within forty-eight hours after
we left was completely destroyed, the
whole having fallen in, leaving an open
crater miles in extent and apparently
fathomless. This was followed by forty-
three distinct shocks of earthquake, last
ing for a period of fourteen hours. The
whole party felt thankful at their narrow
escape from an awful doom, and will re
member the rest of their days how near
they came to a journey to the centre
of the earth.”
The Dangers of Mesmerism.
Dr. A. Ransome, the chairman, and
Dr. Emry-Jones and Mr. T. C. Abbott,
the secretaries of the Manchester and
Salford (England) Sanitary association,
have forwarded to the press the follow
ing statement, drawn up at the request of
the committee: Exhibitions of the phe
nomena of mesmerism have become very
frequent of late, and many people have
been trying experiments in private in ref
erence to the same matter. It appears to
the committee of the Sanitary associa
tion very important that public attention
should be called to the dangers arming
out of such tampering with the highly
orgjmized and nervous system of m&ny
people. It is possible that in some cases
trickery may be made subservient in some
of the exhibitions in question, but with
out entering into the difficult and still
obscure physiology of the mesmeric state,
it will be sufficient to point out that
in this condition, when really at
tained, the will of the subject
is, for the time, in abey
ance, and his actions, and even his sen
sations and ideas are entirely under the
control of tho person operating. By fre-
tied
flat the
most absolute grace. Her lover is at
tracted and repelled by the same centri
fugal and centripctil laws which obtain
the word over in the solar system of a
woman's love. Once married, her do
mestic surroundings are such as she would
have them he, for she knows
beip a deal; nna i Knowtnat ] oecome K raui * v,AiC1 M/ * ,U ' , ‘* M ‘** i — *
little'Abel
IU1(1 hd-> pick mnm off tic tobacco- | from tbe CamDlest waiKa ana a.ocauons . chairs ' n0 doseta, no tin or glassware,
leaves, caild ihoughhc is. Hell like to to their .exalted positions. Oar poets sn( j no 60Sp . Her cooking, celebrated
think he's helping, too. There’s a deal of the East, says - olidm, to the non- , for i(s saTory character, is carried
hearted Krng Kichiid. say that a val- , aUM or t , of brown ca rth over a bra
liant ramel-dnver is wortny to kiss the , £pcn brick fire-place. The great
lips ef a fair que-n, when a cowardly . ’ . . ■»
prince is net worthy to salute the hem o
her garment.”
quent repetition of the operation the sub
mission to the influence becomes more
facile, and its action is intensified. More
over, there appears to be developed a lik
ing for the mesmerized state, so that the
subjects present themselves wil ingly for
experiment, and it becomes quite easy for
persons in no way connected with tho
first operator to throw these persons into
such a condition that they are entirely
under their power, in which they cannot
resist any indignity, and can he made to
commit any act, however outrageous, at
the command of almost any person who
may choose to assert imperiously such
power. It will readily be seen bow dan
gerous is such a condition, not only to
the subjects themselves, but also to the
public at large. Women especially, for
their own sakes, should be warned never
to permit themselves to be placed in dan
ger of submitting their will to this para
lyzing influence, seeing that they may be
come the slaves, not only of the first
operator, but of other less scrupulous per
sons.
A Fraud iu Photographs.
The Berlin police tribunal has recently
been engaged in the examination of a
very peculiar fraud. Loyal Germany
buys eagerly all the photographs gettable
of Emperor Wiliiam. Like most human
beings, William detests to’ be photo
graphed, and he tat but a very few times.
In spite of this fact Germany has been
flooded with photographs depicting the
emperor in all possible poses. You can
buy photographs of him sitting, stand
ing and riding, in groups and alone—any
way one pleases—in a word. The supply
of pictures has kept up to the demand,
until the emperor discovered a photo
graph of himself with a baby on his
knee, the latter purporting to be one of
his grandchildren. He wa? sure .that he
did not set for the plate,, and he had the
matter investigated; The police arrested
the enterprising artist, who confessed
that he had “constructed his majesty”
out of a model with the imperial uniform
and a; couple of authentic photog
The testimony of the trial goes to
that not ten percent, of the pictures of
the royal family sold in Berlin are authen
tic.—Boston Transcript.
PITH AND POINT.
A home-ruler—The broomstick.
A see change—Putting on green gog
gles.
The most obnoxious form of “light
literature” is a gas bill.—Boston Bulletin*
When the scales fall from a man’s eye,
he ought to be able to see a long weigh!
—Puck.
If you are not satisfied with your
neighbor’s call, you can return it.—
GoodaWs Sun.
A farmer who cultivates good manners-
is sure to raise a good crop of respect.
Palmer Journal.
A good batter is as essential to a robust
buckwheat cake as to a baseball, nine.—
Germa'itotm Independent.
Pinching economy—Tick'ing one’s-
nose with a straw to save the price of
snuff.—Morning Journal.
One of the most extensive chicken far
mers in Pennsylvania is named Hatch.
His first name is Hennery.
It is getting so now that if you smile
or wink at a pretty girl somebody will
“boycott” you.—Orange Oburcer.
A bonnet covered with birds does not
sing, but it makes a man whistle when
the bill comes in.—New York Journal.
The green grocer in Loudon fs one who
sells vegetables. In this country he is
one whj trusts.—New Orleam Picayune.
Coal oil has been discovered
For a long time past that country
been the seat of turm-oil.—Inter-Ocean.
“Momma,” said a little Estelline girl
at breakfast, “I don’t like this milk—I
b’lieve it ’as been skinned.”—Estelline
Bell.
Merchants don’t always give themselves
away in' trade, but they frequently ex
hibit signs of gilt, outside their Stores.—
Lowell Citizen.
The life of a paper dollar is five years,
while a silver dollar lasts twenty times-
as long. But neither of them lasts a
great while when marketing for early
vegetables.—Commercial- Gazette.
“Are you pretty well acquainted with
your mother tongue, my boy?” asked
the school teacher of the new scholar.
“Yes, sir,” answered the lad timidly.
“Ma jaws me a good deal, sir.”—Bur-
U.igton Free Press.
“The weather is over me a little this
morning,” remarked recently a French
man who is zealously studying the idioms
of the English language in this city. Du-
had meant to say that he wasra little*
under the weather.—Harper's Weekly.
A Colton citizen tied one end of a rope
around his waist the other day, while ne
lassoed a Texas steer with the other.. He-
thought he had the animal, but at the
end of the first 100-yard heat he found
that the steer had him.—San Francisco-
Ohronide.
A MELODY.
From the melodrama,
Home ths lovers walk; ^
Through the imllow moonlight—
Lots of mellow talk.
heart, d<
r you,” he said—
Yelled the old man, “G-itl or
111 give you a mellow Loud!”
ithing With s
l Mr. Smartie last Sun-
Chatty, an! Be*. '»* Bell .ire old ’ servitor. The lowest slsve to-day rosy ^ aauws no
iough to help a d«.l; and I know that become P^and vizier to-morrow. In fact, i Her domestic system maybe
tie Abel can at lea-t weed strawberries many of the present ministers have ansen | but it is comnlete. Rh/w
picl
Kim;
s help
of ambition in that la
Old Jubal was a rheumatic old colored
roan who traveled around the country,
meudiug tinware ami re caning chairs.
Ills laziness was a proverb thronsh the
whole neighborhood; but. nevertheless.
keep his teeth until
i the London
count oa keep
American dish, frijoies—beans—is not
prepared by her as it would be by her gold
en-haired and bine eyed Boston sister—
with rich morsels of pork. The mucha-
cha soaks and steams the frijoies for two
Trite and Timely Advice.
It's safe to bet a merchant
Is going to the bad,
If in the local paper
You fail to find'his ad.
—Northwood Headlight.
But if he’s always tel.1 „
What he keeps to sell,
i Mountaineer.
Go to the head, you’ve g
s who don’t is dead.
—Decatur Review.
ten our column* you paruse—*
the word of a frsndly adyisar-
“Can’t you g
stick in it?” ask
day, putting a quarter on the soda counter
and winking knowingly. “Oh, certain- (
ly,” said the polite attendant, and he
wrapped up a buttb of mucilage and
sWept the coin into the drawer.—Bo ton
A puzzle is going the rounds of the
press concerning the" division of $10,000
among a man’s four sons after his death.
The question is how much did each get,
but as the name of the executor of the
will is not given, the problem is insolu
ble. Probably they didn’t get anything.
—Boston Post.
And, ohl did I tell yon about little
Henry, grandma? He’s got a bicycle!”
“Land alive! Well, don’t get excited
about it. Jest you put a big poultice of
soap and sugar on it, and change it every
morning, air it’ll be gone in three days.
Your grandfather used to have ’em every
hayin’ time, regular as June. They ain’t
nothin’; they’ll do him good.”- -Brooklyn
Eagle.
Story of a Borrowed Book.
A curious incident of borrowing is re
lated as. occurring to Hon. Edward Ev
erett while minister at the court of St.
Janes. An English nobleman gave him
a rare historical work in several volumes,
remarking, “One volume bis been* lent
and lost.” Every effort wa* made to find
the missing volume, and carte-blanch©
orders were left at all the bookstalls and
stores to recover and s-va it if possible;
but the search was in vain, and Mr. Ev
erett returned to Boston with an incom
plete set of a rare and valuable work.
Some years after his eye rested upon an
advertisement in a Boston newspaper of
a rale of rare old books to take, place at
Leonard’s auction store in Bloomfield
street; curiosity carried him there to see
if there was aught in the collertion that
he might want, when, lo and behold!
what should he take from the shelf but
the missing volume he had so.long-
f r it as he wa? well known here, a ruiv
would be made upon it, he said nothing,
but got a frend to attend the sile-—a.
stranger both to auctioneer and people;
the book was purchased at a low price as-
aa odd volume, and the book proved to
be the very missing volume of Mr. Ever
ett's particular set.—Boston Transcript.
A Pallet’s Big Egg.
A letter to the London Times says: “I
think some of your scientific readers may
be interested to know of an extraordi
nary egg laid by one of my pullets. It
was of an enermous size, measuring
inches round its length, end weighings
junces. It. ^ ’