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DREAMS.
"Dnum are bat InUrtades which fsacj makes."
In tbe purple dreamland lying.
White winged dreams, *
Snap with folded pinions fair
In tbe hearts of violets rare, .
Where the yellow roee lies sighing, ‘
Slumbering seems. #
8oft grey clouds with sleep o'erweigted
'Far are seen.
And each heavy lidded star
Drifts through dream seas still and far,
Mists of gold, with peace o'erfreighted,
Lie between.
Brooding wings stretch o'er the meadows
Purple barred.
Snowy lilies, faced with gold.
In their bosoms dreams enfold,
Where tbe night wrings cast their shadows
Golden starred.
In tbe mist land drrami are lying
Full of peace.
Weary souls gire up dark care
In the dream land far and fair.
In tbe hearts of roses sighing
Sorrows cease.
—Fannie Isabel Sherriek.
I
DOWN THE SHAFT.
“As if I would think of a common
coal-hand!” said EmmelineLathrop,con
temptuously. “I am surprised at your
insolence, Mr. Milford?”
She laughed lightly as she spoke, but
to Garrett Hilford it was no matter of
mirth.
‘•You’re not in earnest, Emmy?” he
pleaded. “You can't be in earnest? You
nerer would hare accepted all my atten
tions, and looked at me with such sweet,
smiling eyes, if you hadn't meant some
thing by it. I may bo only a coal-hand,
that is true,” he added, with a dark-red
flush mounting to his brow, “b
getting fair wages, and I could make a
good and comfortable home for the
woman that trusts herself to me.”
“It’s quite out of the question,” said
Emmeline, decidedly.
Hilford gnawed his under lip.
‘Then you meant nothing all this
time?” he said, in a repressed voire.
“I meant to enjoy myself—nothing
more.”
“Humph!” uttered Hilford, sardon
ically. • -The ‘spidf r ir. cans to enjoy her
self when she lures the wretched fly into
her net! Tbo beautiful, hissing, dia
mond-eyed serpent menns nothing else
when it drags the palpitating bird to de
struction ! A strange sort of diversion,
that!”
“I wish, Mr. Hilford, if you’re through,
you’d go almut. your business.” said
Emmeline, coloring and biting her lip.
“There’s a good many customers coming
in about this time of night, and I don’t
thiuk they'd be particularly edifled by
your tragedy speeches.”
“You think not, chi” said Ililford.
‘•Well, I will go.”
“Good-by!” said Emmeline Lathrop,
much relieved nt this prospect of being
so easily rid of her swain.
“Oh, I won’t say good-by!” returned
Hilford, with a light laugh. “Who
knows but that wc may meet again?”
Emmeline sincerely hoped not. And
just then some Indies came in to look at
ribbons and laces, and the pretty shop
girl found all her thought and time oc
cupied.
And after all, what was the use of
troubling herself sbout it? It was very
foolish of young Hilford to attach i
much importance to a mere flirtation
an exchange of the silly, smiling noth
ings which belong to the vocabulary of
all young people. Did he think that she,
with all ncr attractions, intended to be
come that worst of all drudges—a poor
man’s wife?
And when, a few days subsequently,
•he heard that Garrett Ililford bad left
tho place, sho was very glad.
“I don’t really think that he would
have made me any trouble,” she mused;
“but there was a look in his face that I
did not like. It’s a good thing that he
is gone.”
And once moro Emmeline threw her
self into the gaieties of her light and
frothy life. She was young ana beauti
ful. Why, then, should she not enjoy
herself?
To have half a dozen lovers at
to be engaged three-deep at every ball,
picnic or excursion; to muse ou the
possibilities of a splendid match some
day, when she should have danced and
dreamed her fill—this was her life.
So, one day, she accepted Ethelbcrt
Warren’s invitation to go with him on
an excursion to the Wardenvillo Moun
tain Glen.
“He’s rich,” said tho little schemer to
herself, “if he is stupid. And money
means so much! Of course, it would be
pleasanter to go with George Sisson; and
George will feel dreadfully to be thrown
over; but poor, dear Gtorge is only a
steamboat clerk, at ten dollars a week.
Oh, dear, why i9 it that all the nice
young fellows are so horribly ineligible?”
And no one acceded more joyfully to
the proposition to descend into the black
chasm of the Wardenvillo Coal Mine,
“just for fun,” than did Emmeline
Lathrop.
“Have I ever been down a mine? No,
of course not!” the saucy beauty cried,
‘•/live above ground, thank you! But
of course it would be a splendid frolic to
go down the shaft, if all the rest of you
are going.”
And they huddled together, screaming
and laughing, on the rude elevator as it
descended lower, and still more low, into
the black depths of the earth, until the
yellow shine of day had vanished, and
all that illuminated their facet was the
lurid light of the torches carried by the
men who accompanied them.
“Why,” cried Emmeline, as at last the
elevator touched ground, and the sprang
off, “it’s like a cathedral, with long
aisles, supported by columns of glittering
jet! Three hundred feet below the level
of the earth! Oh, it don't semi possible!
It is grand beyond all I had dreamed of!
—yet oh, how frightfully gloomy 1 One
feels as if one were under a spell.”
The little party scattered in various
directions under the gleaming arches of
coal, lighted here and there by the piti
ful glare of torches, and Emmeline found
herself in a long, apparently interminable
aisle, with its rudely-hewn sides glisten
ing l : ke black diamonds.
“Where am I!” she cried, a little
easily. “Have I lo.-t my way?”
Fromm pathway, which seemed to in
tersect the broader aisle at right angles,
a dark figure stepped forth, with a If ''
shining like a yellow star in the barn
the cap it wore.
“Step this way,” said a deep, subdued
voice.
And Emmeline gave a little shriek.
“Is it Garrett Hilford?” she cried
“Here?”
“Itis Garrett Hilford, and here,” he
answered, composedly. “How do you
do, Miss Lathrop? Can I show you around
my quarters? Wc don't have many visi
tors down here, and so, of course, we
are proportionately glad to see them.”
“Where is the rest of the party!” said
Emmeline, glancing nervously in this di
rection and that.
'Gone around by the Black Arch, I
suppose,” Hilford answered. “lt*s quite
a cariosity, that Black Arch—at least, to
the above-ground people aeem the think.
Would you like to ace it?”
“I must go back to the others,” eaid
Emmeline, hurriedly.
“We can meet ahem presently,” said
Garrett, with the utmost composure.
“Follow me, please. It> only a few
rods.”
He walked on, and Emmeline, after a
few momenta's hesitation, reluctantly
followed.
What else was there for her to do, but
to keep in sight of that faint yellow star,
where all else was hideous blackness?
But after she had walked quite a dis
tance through siuuous pathways, some of
which were scarcely wide enough to
admit of the passage of the huma% form,
she suddenly stopped. *
“I will go no further, she declared.
Garrett Hilford looked around.
“Just as you please,” said he, with a
sinister smile.
“Take me back to the mouth of the
mine,” she cried. “AH this time you
have been leading me astray.”
He leaned ngainst the- almost perpen
dicular low wall of the mine, with folded
arms.
“Well,” said he, “why should I not?
Didn’t you lead me astray once, and laugh
at me, afterward, as if it were a capital
joke? Do you think there is no such
thing as retaliation in this world? Is
it a pleasant sort of a thing, this being
deceived and made game of, do you think,
Miss Emmeline Lathrop?”
A deadly chill seemed to enfold the
girl’s heart. She gasped for breath. In
this sepulchral gloom, this terrible iso
lation, what was to become of her? sbe
asked herself.
“Hush!” he said, lifting his finger in a
listening attitude. “Do you hear that ;
creaking sound ? It is the chains of the
elevator going up. Your friends have
finished their survey. They are going
FIREWORKS.
Combinations of Color, Light and
Flame That Ilia mine the Skies
at Night—Cariosities of
Day Fireworks.
I V
back again. Up to this time they have
not missed you. Ye*, shriek—cry out-
until you have strained your lungs to the:
utmost! Do these black walls return you
any answer? And who is there to hear
you—the mules, champing their feed in
the furthermost sockets of these aisles?
The few Swedes workioglbeyond, who
cannot understand a word of English ?
No, Miss Lathrop, you are at my mercy
at last. You amused yourself with my
anguish once; I con play with your fears
not afraid of you!” cried Emme
line, feigning a valor she was far from
feeling.
‘‘You are!” he retorted, sharply. “]
it your eyes, I hear it in your voice,
and it fills me with delight.”
Why should I be afraid? I have done
you no harm,” she asseverated.
“No harm!” he bitterly repeated.
“You have blighted my life! You have
ruined my future! You have destroyed
my faith iu human nature! Is that what
you call no harm?”
She sunk on her knees, with wildly-
clasped hands.
“Be merciful!” she wailed. “Be gen
erous! Take me to the mouth of the
mine! Signal them to return for me!”
“I will not!” he said, savagely. “Does
the wolf give up the prey upon which his
teeth have already closed? Does death
give up its victim? I have sworn to be
revenged, and I will keep my word!”
She turned and fled from him at tho
top of her spe.*d, shrieking ns she went;
and, oh, joy! at the first turn of the black
pathway she met men, hurrying toward
her with torches.
She had been missed at last; they had
returned, in quest of her.
“Why did you allow yourself to get
separated from us?” asked they, reproach
fully.
But she could not answer with sobs
and tears.
“I—I thought I was lost!” ahe faltered.
“I was so frightened!”
“There was nothing to bo frightened
about,” said the superintendent. “You
could not possibly nave got lost. Garry
Ililford is working there somewhere, and
he would have set you on the right path.
He is a poor, love-crazed fellow, but he
would have been civil enough.”
“Love-crazed!” repeated one of the
ladies. “How very romantic!”
“He’s been disappointed,” explained
the man. “and he has never gotten over it.
He works when he feels like it, and when
he don't he lies at full length in the
straw we keep down here for the mules,
and stares nt the roof of the mine.”
Emmeline listened in silence; but if
an arrow had pierced it. the pain in her
heart could not have been keener.
Three weeks later she astonished all
her friends by accepting George Sismn
os an affianced husband.
‘I love him,” she said, simply, “and
he loves me. If we are to be poor, we
sbo'l at least be happy.”
For that half-hour'in tho Wardenville
Mine had wrought a complete change iu
Emmeline Lathrop’s frivolous nature.
She had put the tawdry tinsels of life
behind her,and looked its realities in the
face. She had comprehended—alas, too
late for poor Garrett Hiifoid's happiness!
—that a man’s heart is not a thing to
play with!—Helen Forrest Graces.
The firecrackers in use in this country
are all imported. They cannot be manu
factured so cheap here as in Europe. But
the fireworks which are now so exten
sively used are all made here. There are
more than eighteen large factories in the
Northern States, which turn out many
millions worth of pyrotechnics annually.
The chief seat of this class of industry is
in East New York and Williamsburg.
Gunpowder is stiU the principal ingre
dient of fireworks, and as is well known
three materials enter into the composition
of gunpowder, saltpetre, sulphur and
charcoal. These ingredients are first
separately ground into fine powder, then
mixed in the proper proportions, and
afterward committed to the mill for the
purpose of incorporating their compo
nent parts in the special body to be pro
duced. The latter process is generally
carried on in a number of little wooden
huts with light roofs, so that in case of
accidental explosions the loof may fly off
without difficulty and in the least injuri
ous direction. When the powder has
been dusted and glazed it is dried in the
stonehouse, where great care is taken to
avoid explosion.
Another important ingredient in fire
works is steel dust. Being mixed with
mealed powder or some other composi
tion, and the mixture inflamed in a
proper tube, a jet of fire is produced with
a most brilliant effect. Iron filings,when
free from dust, are also often used. But
firework makers generally prefer cast iron
reduced to powder.
_ There are many other substances occa
sionally employed in the composition ot
fireworks which can be procured from all
chemists and druggists. They are chiefly
camphor, antimony, which gives to the
fire different and particular shades of
color, a benzoic acid, which imparts to
the fire an agreeable odor, and spirits
of wiuo or camphorated spirits, used
for mixing up the ingredients into a
paste. —
The goodness of the article to be pro
duced deponds as much on the construc
tion of the molds that arc used as on the
purity of the ingredients. The molds
consist chiefly of solid and hollow cylin
ders made either of wood or metal. Both
are used in the construction of rockets.
Then there is a machine for contracting
the aperture of the cases, the operation
of which is called choking; another for
boring them after they are filled, and a
simple apparatus for grinding the ma
terials previous to their being filled into
the <
—
A Tragedy of the Far West.
A dispute arose in an Indian camp
near Stockton- Hall, Arizona, recently,
and before it ended a buck named Pizzur
with his Winchester rifle shot and killed
Ah Qninthe and his squaw, a daughter
of Chief Levc-Leve, mortally wounded
another buck and another daughter of
the chief, and slightly wounded two
other Indians. Then tho murderer fled,
pursued by mounted braves. Head Chief
Surrum arrived at the camp soon after,
and his first order was to kill all the rel-.
ati ves of the murderer. The squaws anti
pappooses hurried to the miners’ camp
near by, and begged hiding places in
their cabins, and this aroused the miners,
who told the chief that he could not
carry out his bloody, plan, and that he
mus: countermand his order. He re*
luctantly complied, but issued fresh
orders to bring Pizzur in at any cost.
In the mean time the avengers were
riding fast alter the fleeing murderer,
and followed his trail into tho Wallarai
Valley until darkness put an end to the
pursuit. Early next morning they took
up the trail, and. after riding twelve
Rockets have ever held the first place
among single fireworks since the inven
tion of the art. The parachute rocket
discharges at great hight a floating star
of heavy calibre, suspended from a para
chute, which is set free, expanded and
illuminated by the bursting of the rocket
when it reaches its elevation. These
parachutes float a long distance, and
change colors several time3 before disap
pearing. Another rocket is called the
“comet.” It ascends to a great height,
and discharges a single star of large'size
and great brilliancy, which changes colors
several times while floating slowly away,
then suddenly resolves itself into a re
volving wheel of brilliant fire, ending
with a burst of tinted meteors.
Colored fire3 for theatrical use, tab
leaux and outdoor illuminations are now
made free from disagreeable smell while
burning. They consist of a dry powder
which is spread in a metallic dish. 4
brilliant and dazzling illumination is pi
duccd by Bengal lights, which are sli
burning. A novelty are the colored
Bengal light books, which consist of a
book of six leaves, with three strips to
each leaf. A strip or a leaf is tom from
the book and then lighted. It bums
with a brilliant red or green illumina
tion. - —
Pieces of fireworks, which are harm
less and can be used by ladies and chil
dren, aro the flower pots. They arc
shower cases,throwing out while burning
remarkable streams of beautiful spur fire
and spangles, presenting the appearance
of a fountain of brilliant fire. Flower
pots are held in the hand by the handle.
There aro a number of wheels which, in
their revolutions, throw out circles of
beautiful and dazzling spangles. These
wheels arc attached to a smooth, upright
i»ost, by a round nail through the cenfcre
hub. The finest of these wheels are com
posed of six cases of brilliant fire, each
one after firing changing in the form and
appearance of its scintillations, and ex
hibiting, at the same time, variegated
colored centre rings, changing to the
most beautiful colors known to the pyro
technic art.
One of the finest effects produced last
season at Coney Island were the “Colored
Saucissons.” A shower of fire rises with
intermediate stars of variegated colored
fires, which finally explode with a heavy
report and discharge, high in the air a
ma<s of contortions of tire, hissing and
squirming in every direction and resem
bling fiery snakes. Floral bombshells
show in burning all the choice colors
known to the art, consisting of gold,
crimson, red, blue and variegated stars
of all shades. They project a bombshell
in the air to. an elevation of about 300
feet, which then explodes and throws out
stars of every hue, mingled with showers
of golden rain.
A very amusing and beautiful display
is made by the “colored flying pigeons.”
These pyrotechnic curiosities fly a d!s
lance through the air of 100 to S00 feet
and return back to the starting point.
They require a line or wire fastened to
posts or trcc3 upon which the pigeons
fly.
Within the last few weeks a new kind
of fireworks has become very popular,
which is used upon the water only. The
fuses arc lighted and the pieces are then
Thrown from the shore or the boat into
the water with the lighted end upper
most. They arc called diving devils,fly
ing fishes. Roman floaters, spray foun
tains, water wheffs, etc., and exhibit
many pleasing and wonderful effe .ts.
representation of the animal. Borne oi
these balloons have fireworks attach
ments, which are set off when in mid-air,
exhibiting in *11 varieties of color a
bursting of shells, showers of golden
rain ana the dazzling brilliancy of the
meteor.
Nearly all the fireworks come into the
market in assorted cases, which range in
price from $10 to $200. A case that can
be bought for $50 contains 336 colored
Roman candles, 144 sky rockets, 24
flower pots with handles, 18 Bengal
lights, 16 colored triangle wheels, 21
mines of colored stars, 6 colored vertical
wheels, 6 dozen pin wheels, 12 dozen col
ored lights, 24 sticks Chinese punk and
one unexcelled colored show bill. Extra
large pieces are sold single. A girandole
costs about $125, a flight of rockets
from $85 to $100, and a piece called
“whirling phantoms,” $62.—New York
Star.
.Indian Dances.
Nautches, or dances of bayaderes, are
ope of the favorite entertainments of tho
rich in India, and the indispensable ac-
companient of every religious ceremony
or festival. Sometimes, on great occa
sions, the head of the house invites Eu
ropeans of his acquaintance to witness
tho performance of these girls, which,
with their pale complexions and large
black eyes, look lovely in their rich cos
tumes covered with diamonds. How
ever, one must not look in these enter
tainments for a dance in the general
acceptance of the word;posturing, atti
tudes and sow™ constitute the official
nautch of IheHimJoftfc On those occa-
sions the demeanor of the bayaderes is
quite correct, and their costume is more
modest than that of the worn* n in gen
eral. At the Guicowar’s Court at Bar-
oda, the bayaderes have perfect liberty
to go wherever they please. They enter
the King’s apartments, seat themselves
on the floor, and converse boldly with
pcAons of the very highest rank. This
singular privilege accordtd to the nautch
is of some service, their presence making
up in some slight degree, for the ab
sence of the ladies shut up in their
zenana.
A dance infinitely more graceful and
interesting than that executed by the
nautch girls is the egg dance. Tho
dancing girl, dressed in the ordinary cos
tume of the women of tho people—a
bodice and very short sarri—carries on
her head a wicker wheel, placed perfectly
horizontal. Round this wheel threads
are attached at equal distances, which
are provided at their extremities with a
•lip-knot kept open by means of a glass
bead. The dancing girl ndvam cs to
ward the spectators, holding a basket
filled with eggs, and, to the measure of
a monotonous and jerky strain of music,
begins turning herself around with great
rapidity. Then, seizing an egg, she in
serts it in one of the slin-knots. By means
of centrifugal action the thread holding
the egg is tightened and placed in a
straight line with the corresponding
spoke of the wheel. One after the other
the eggs are thrown into the slip-knots,
and form a horizontal aureola around the
head of the dancing girl. At this point
the dance becomes more and more rapid,
and tho least falso step, tho slightest
stoppage, would smash the eggs one
against another. The eggs are then
withdrawn one by one in the same
ner in which they have been fixed, and
this second operation is the more delicate
of the two.—London Queen.
BUDGET OF FUN. ,
How He Sacrificed Himself—-A Con*
crewman’s Daughter—He With
drew—Too Late—Bound to Bo
a Fine Show, Etc.
Aurelia - “George, you know I love
you, but •”
George (hoarsely)—“Do not say that
you reject my love. It would be death.”
Aurelia—“No, George, it is not that,
but Do you not think it would be
cruel to tear me from my happy home?”
George (joyously)—“Noble girl! You
are right l We will live with your
mother.—Call.
A Congressman’s Daughter.
A Congressman’s daughter had been
receiving a young man’s attentions until
her father tho ignt it was time he was
knowing something about it.
“Celestine,” he'said last night when
the young man was announced, “isn’t
it about time some definite conclusion
was being arrived at in this matter?'
“Quite time, papa,” she replied
matter-of-fact way.
“Well, daughter, is there any prospect
of a conclusion ?”
“I can’t say, really, papa. You seo it
is on the calendar as unfinished business,
and—”
“Enough, daughter, enough,” he in
terrupted, putting up his hands, and the
bucking and kicking propensities. The
fight between the cyclone and the pony
is described by those who observed it
from a distance as having been very ex
citing. The pony fought stubbornly and
the air was full of burnt hair and pieces
of cyclone kicked off by its plucky ad
versary. At the end of five minutes the
cyclone retreated for half a mile, but
soon returned, when the conflict was re
newed with increased spirit. It con
cluded at last In a complete victory for
the cayuse, which resumed its feeding on
the prairie, singed but defiant, while the
cyclone, badly bruised, fled into the next
county. No cyclone has visited Boomer
County since this occurrence.—Chicago
Tribune.
Endurance at Sea.
In a recently published book Clark
Russell gives some remarkable instances
of human endurance at sea, and one ot
the most interesting relates to an Arab
seaman, wbo lived without either food or
water for eightoca days, during which
timo he drifted upward of five hundred
miles in an empty tank before striking
the coast. Another instance of tenacity
of human life is exhibited in the ac
count of the loss of a vessel called the
Sally. The Sally was struck one morn
ing by a heavy squall. She lay over till
her decks were up and down, and ia this
posture remalaed for about five minutes,
and then turned keel upward.
Five of her crew were drowned; the
remainder, six in all, got hold of a spar
that was floating alongside, and by means
of it contrived to crawl on to the vessel*
bilge. The mainmast coming up, the;
removed an iron hoop from it, with whii
girl went down stairs to complete tho and a bolt of a foot long they went to^
apparent that after nilliiff hi. horseuntil |
he gave out the Indian Ulea htm, and tile firework, imp— '
then putting the muttle of hja Win- , • „ . r0 exhibited
Island ami other places tot y
ger, and cheated his pursuers of their
anticipated vengeance.
His Fate.
He. bought a patent lawn mower.
Became an ardent lawn mower,
And woke up folks before
The boors of sleep were o’er.
Their hair the victims tore.
They danced around and swore.
Fierce hate to him they bore.
They thirsted for his core! ! !
No more the mower is heard when n
breaking.
The mower sleeps the sleep that knows no
waking,
Tbe mower is
exhibited at Coney
ices last year to large
crowds of wondering admirers. These
daylight fireworks consist of shells
which comprise a selection of curiosities
such as animals, fish, birds, caricatures,
dragons, beautiful colored smoke effects,
etc. They are thrown from a mortar to
• high altitude, when the figures de
scribed are released,which float through
the air to the wonderment of the be
holder. To the same class of fireworks
belong tbe hot air balloons and the ani
mal figure balloons, which are made of
tissue paper tinted and colored, and in
the shape of large pigs, elephants and
fishes. After being inflated they are
sent up, and present in the air a lifelike
The Romance of a Model.
‘One of the mast remarkable incidents
happened to an artist friend of mine, who
has sinoemgaed/to Boston,” said a pro al
iment New York painter recently. “He
had just opened a studio on Fourteenth
street, and not knowing tho ropes very
well, advertised for a model. They
shoals from all quarters or the
city—old, young and indifferent—but
e of them seemed suited for the fig-
he had in view. One day when he
was getting about tired out hunting
around for a subject, a young woman
dressed entirely in black applied for
work. She said she had never posed be
fore, but was very destitute and would
gladly work for almost anything to sup
port herself and her little girl. There
was something about her face that
pleased him, so he engaged her on tho
spot, though not half believing the story
me told him. But he grew interested in
her case any way, and decided on
making use of her Services.
“The subject of tho picture was
‘night,’and represented a female figure
with black draperies half reclining on
the moon with stars on cither hand. The
picture was completed and was n tine
piece of work. It hung in a Broadway
dealer's store for several weeks and then
sold for $1,500 to an Englishman. The
purchaser came around to sec the artist
a few days later to give him an order
for a companion picture to represent
‘morning.’ He remarked casually that
the first work interested him strangely,
inasmuch the face reminded him strongly
of a friend he had known some years
ago. He asked the artist if the face was
taken from life, and being assured that
it was, and getting the address of the
model, set out to find her.
“Well, the upshot of the matter was
the purchaser of the picture turned out
to be none other than her husband, who
had deserted her in South America some
years ago, and who, repenting of his de
sertion, had been hunting high and low
for her for several years. I think this
story is good enough for a novel,” said
the artist as he lit a fresh cigarette.
The Eskimos of Alaska.
The Eskimo part of the population of
Alaska is of a far different nature than is
generally supposed by Americms. They
are not small like the inhabitants of
Greenland and Labrador, but are tall and
muscular, many of them being over six
feet in height. * They have small, black
eyes, high < hcek bones, large mouths,
thick lips, and fresh yellow complexions.
Their hair is of a coarse brown, and in
many instances the men have full beards
and mustaches. They are a good-natured
set of people, always smiling when
spoken to, and they are fond of dancing,
running, jumping, and all other athletic
sports. They dies* in the skins of ani
mals, an 1 buy, whenever they can,
American cloth .ng. The houses they
live in have tbe outward appearance of
circular mwnis of earth covered with
grass, with a small opening at the top for
the ••scape of smoke. The entrance is a
small door, and narrow hallway to the
main room, which is from twelve to
twenty feet ia diameter. These Alaska
E-kimos eat chiefly meat and fish. They
do not like salt at all, and while they
will smack their lips over decayed fish or
putrid oi£ they will turn up their noses
at a mouthful of the finest corned beef.
They all smoke tobacco—men, women
and children—and they have at one place
an annual fair to which they come for
hnndrcds of miles to trade.—Cleveland
Leader.
Forty million people, or one-fifth of
the subjects of the “Empress of India,”
arc in a state of chronic starvation.
Famine succeeds famine at the rate of
one in every five or six years.
quorum.—Wash ington Critic.
He W ithdrew.
Two men living in the same town were
once rival candidates for the Dakota Leg
islature. They both went into the can
vass and worked hard but a third candi
date came out ur.d stood a prospect of
getting it, when one of the men went to
the other and said:
“Now, see here, McBride, if one of us
don’t pull out, old Skinner is going to be
elected.”
“Yes, I know it.”
“He ain’t a man who would know
enough to make anything out of the
place and I hate to see him get it. Now,
I want you to withdraw.”
“Well, how interesting are you going
to make it?”
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do; you pull out
and I’ll admit to every man I see that you
once beat me trading horses!”
“Hey? Will you do that?”
“You bet I wilt l”
“Put a card in the paper to that ef
fect?”
“Yes, and say that I believe no living
man in the territory can come nearer to a
horse's age by looking at its teeth than
you can!”
“All right—I'll draw out and leave you
the field.” -Estdline Bell.
Too Late.
There was an exultant smile on his
face as he walked into the office of a
well-known capitalist, and there was a
proud ring in nis voice ns lie said:
“For twenty years I have lived from
hand to mouth, waiting for something to
turn up. It has finally come. I have
made a discovery which, if you will back
it with a few hundred dollars, will give
us bath fortunes.”
“State your case.”
“Well, sir, I • have discovered that
banana peelings can be utilized for all
kinds of table jellies. A peck of old
peelings can be made to bring forth
twelve tumblers of the finest currant
jell, and the profit —”
“Hold on right there,” interrupted
the capitalist; “you are just two years
too late. A chap in Chicago not only
discovered that, but he found a way to
work in apple rinds and cores and
orange peel, and we can’t infringe on his
patent.”
“But—”
“It’snouse—I’d like to see you get
along, but you must drop that. Don’t
be discouraged, however. Perhaps you
can discover a way to make pressed corn
beef out of old boot legs. All you want
is a machine to run in the streaks of
fat.”—Detroit Free Press.
THE LAW.
Gifts are not freely scattered from its hands;
Wo make returns for every borrowed
treasure.
Each talent, each achievement, and each
gain,
Necessitates some penalty to pay.
Delight imposes lassitude and pain,
As certainly as darkness follows day.
All youbestow on causes, or on men,
Of love or hate, of malice or devotion.
Somehow, sometime, shall be returned again.
There is no wasted toil, no lost emotion.
The motto of the world is: “Give and take.”
It gives you favors—out of shear good-wiH.
But unless speedy recompense you make,
You’ll find yourself presented with its bilL
When rapture comes to thrill the heart of
you,
Take it with temporoJ gratitude; remember
Some later time the interest will fall dnei
No year brings June that does not bring
December.
—Ella Wheeler Willcox.
PITH POINT.
Si*
XT*.
Bound to l>c a Fine Show.
One of Max Taub'.es's experiences ir
hard times in Idaho he used to relate
with great gusto. He was m bad luck,
and the mining interest was dull. One
day another Bohemian like himself came
to him.
“Max, I’ve got. a scheme to make
money, if you will help me.”
“What is it? I’m ready.”
“Well, we'll take this building down
h'.re and give a show.”
“What kind of a show?”
“Never mind; I’ll fix it up, and all
you’ll have to do will be to stand at the
door and take the tickets and give a
lecture.”
“All right.”
So, next day, the entrance to this
building was found coverid with an im
mense double curtain. Max was visible
ringing a bell. “One dollar admission
ee the great und only feiocioui
kyhega. ” painted on the curtain. Inside,
as people went past, they could hear a
fearful growling and a clanking of chains.
Slowly the crowd gathered, and by and
by the dollars begin dropping in. Each
man as he came out looked disappointed,
and Max halted in his lecture until he
had disappeared. Some of them were
very mad, but they did not show it. The
fact was that inside all that was seen
was a man in a bearskin, or something
savage, clanking a chain, and the only
way they saved themselves from being
killed by some indignant miner was by
Max's partner standing at the door as
each man came out, thrusting a revolver
in his face and saying in aloud and
piercing tone of voice:
“A fine show, isn’t it?”
The answer was always: “You bet.”—
San Francisco Chronicle.
Incidents of Cyclones.
At Prosper, Minn., the funnel-shaped
storm-cloud took up a mule and held it
suspended during the cyclone’s course
over three counties. The mule was finaUy
dropped to the ground uninjured, but so
charged with electricity that a shock
from its hind feet recently killed a dog.
At Pansyville, Iowa, by one revolution
of the whirling cloud the feathers were
completely stripped from a fock of geese
and also from a flock of turkeys. In the
next revolution the feathers were replaced,
but &11 the turkey feathers were put
the geese and all the geese feathers
the turkeys.
Farmer Hunter, of Mud Creek, Kan
sas, had a narrow escape from a cyclone
lately. He was driving along the road
when the cloud roared by so close to his
vehicle that it carried away part of the
hubs of both wheels on one side, as well
as the outside ear of the off hone.
Fanner Hunter describes the sound as
dreadfuL
In Boomer County, Dak., a cyclone
lately swooped down upon a vicious cay
use which had been ridaenby a cow-boy.
but finally turned loose because of it|
work to penetrate the hull, in the hope
of obtaining food and drink. £hc had
hoen lately cleaned, add there were no
barnacles on her for the poor fellows to
stay themselves with, and thus, in prob
ably the most awful situation that can be
imagined, without meat, drink or sleep,’
not daring to lie dawn for fear of falling
off the vessel, did these unhappy seamen
go on hacking and scraping at tho hard
wood for six days, during which time
one man died ravmg for drink. i
On the sixth day they had made a
hole big enough to enable them to reach
a barrel of bottled beer. On the elev
enth day they got a barrel of pork, which
they ate ri?w. With staves 'and shingles
used as dunnage, which they obtained
out of the hole they had made, they
manufactured a platform, and so man
aged to obtain some rest. So matters
went on for fourteen day*, and they were
then picked up by a brig named the Nor
wich.
Sailors are of opinion, says Mr. Rus
sell, that if it were not tho feeding quali
ties of the ocean air, they would scarcely
be able to keep body and soul togethei
upon the bad pork, beef, biscuit and peas
which, in many sailing ships, are served
out to them; nor would any man be will
ing to challenge the sailor's theory after
examining the mahogany-like lumps of
stuff with which the bcef-tierces are
filled, and tho leaden pellets which dc
duty for peas in the forecastle soup.
John Morgan's Moment of Peril.
During the raid of John Morgan
through Ohio in 1863, he halted a part of
his command at Senccaville to rest while
the advance proceeded to Campbell's
Station to BUm the warehouse, and cut
the telegraph wires of the Baltimore and
Ohio Railroad. Morgan, who was a man
of splendid personal appearance, stopped
his carriage in front of a millinery shop
that was presided over by a strong-
minded, patriotic lady whose husband
and two brother* were in tho Union aiyny .
at the time. Her husband had presented
her with a fine revolver before he went
away, and she hud promised to shoot the
first Confederate with it that put himself
m reach of its contents, but little dream
ing that such an event would occur in less
than a fortnight afterward. She stepped
to a window, and parted the blinds enough
to see Morgan and not be seen . by him.
As the lady spied the large silver star
that Morgan invariably wore on the lapel
of his coat, she concluded it would be a
good target to shoot at. She stepped
back to a drawer where she kept the pis
tol, took it out, cocked it, and took de
liberate aim through the aperture in the
blind at the silver star; but, just when
she was ready to touch the trigger, she
thought of Mrs. Morgan and what her
anguish would be when she heard of his
death, and how grateful .‘he would be if
her own husband’s life had been spared.
The revolver was lowered, and the lady
stepped to the door, and was engaged in
conversation by the raider chieftain. She
courageously told him what she had at
tempted to do, and was told by Morgan
good-hu noredly that he had no doubt
but his wife was praying for him at that
time, and that it was not the first time
Mrs. Morgan's prayers had saved his life.
Morgan then bid the lady a hearty fare
well, and passed on as though he had
not just been in imminent peril at the
hands of a woman.— Chicago Ledger.
Country Love.
Bismarck loves the country, though
most of his life has been pas-cd in cities.
What I like best,’’ he once said, ‘is to
e iu well-greased top-boots, far away
from civilization.” It is said that once,
while at school in Berlin, and walking
the suburbs, he came across a plow,
s homesickness expressed itself in
tears. In one of his early letters he
wrote: “I am quite homesick for coun
try, woodside and laziness, with the in
dispensable addition of loving wives and
trim, well-behaved children.” Phrenolo
gists say that one of the largest organs
on Bismarck's massive head is that which
indicates his love of children.
The German state man is never so hap
py, say his friends, as when he.is gazing
at a beautiful landscape,or walking about
his farm.
‘Believe me,” his wife once said, with
natural exaggeration, “a turnip interests
him more than all your politics.”
His friends point to Lenbach’s portrait
of Bismarck, which hang* in the National
gallery at Berlin, a* the one in which his
features assume their noblest expression.
“We were engaged in conversation,”
said Bismarck, describing how that ex
pression was caught by the artist, “and
1 happened to look upward at a passing
A barberisu*—“NextA*
About face—'Whiskers!,
The Woman Question-^What thalf'I
up tl^Tf
Goes witltfjrt »ykf--A deaf and
dumb man.-%RflS«* Courier.
The lightning ptjji&es, but it doesn’t
boycott.—NorristCTcn Herald.
When a girl elopes with a coachman she
is resolved to take him for wheel or whoa.
—Life.
A baseball player in New Jersey it
named Spuyder. He catches lots of flies.
—Troy Times. •
Appearances aro deceiving in thU
world. The nicest man you ever met
wa* a bunco-steerer.—Life. •
Look out for another Indian war.
Joaquin Miller is to iching a young squaw
to write poetry.—Pittsburg Chronicle.
“Above all, Arthur, dear, mind you
buy me a thick engagement ring; the
thin ones can’t be seen under the glove.”
An Austin avenue grocer has lost so
much by selling on credit that now he
won’t even trust his own feelings.—Sift-
inqs.
When a poet sings from the innermost
recesses of his soul: “I listen for tho
coming of feet,” in all probability he’s a
chiropodist.—Statesman.
Many a man doesn't realize that he has
had a swell time at an evening party
until he tries to put his hat on the next
morning.—New York Graphic.
Rose Terry Cook has written a novel
entitled “No,” and wc mean kindly
■when we say we hope Miss Cook’s No’i
may be read.—Boston Bulletin.
If all this trouble' about the fisheries
ends in the discovery of a plan for mak
ing mackerel fresher the labor will not
have been in vain.—Chicago News.
A physiologist has written a three-col
umn article on “When to Eat.” Eat
when you are, hungry, we should think,
is the best time.—Arkansaw Traveler.
“Well, old fellow, it’s all settled. I T>
am going to be married in two months.
You will be one of the witnesses, I
hopol” “Count upon me. I never desert
-a friend in misfortune.”
A correspondent of the New York Sun
asks: “How many members of Congress
are farmers?” All of them when it is
necessary to appeal to the farmers for re-
election.—Texas Stylings.
A Michigan sheriff who went to servo
an injunction on tho proprietor of a tan-
yard accidently let the document fall into
a vat full of acid. Tho injunction was
disolved.—GoodaWs Sun.
Cora (chewing on the last caramel)—j
“What makes you always twirl your
cane, Mr. Merritt?” Little Johnny (who
is always around)—“Because he ain't
got any moustache.—Judge. t
The railway companies want to lay
their tracks with hardened sleepers. Ono
of the New Haven ministers says that his
congregation has material enough to set
up a whole parallel road.—New Haven
The politeness of New York waiters is
illustrated by the following incident:'
Customer in Park Row (late Chatham
street) coffee and cake saloon—“Aw, ;
waitah, a napkin, please.” Waiter—
“Yes, sah. Wid or widout fringe, sah?”
A young gentleman well-known about
town called to sec his inamorata, after
being absent from the city for several
days, and was greatly shocked when she
said: “George, dear, I fell the evening
you went away, and was unconscious
for several hours.” “Where did you
fall?” he asked, eagerly. “I fell asleep.”
—Boston Gazette.
For medicines and visits
The doctor sent his bill;
Month after month went over
But found it owing stilL
cap-
flight of birds. Suddenly Lcnbnch
claimed: 'Hold hard! that wilLdo, <
itally, keep quite still,’ and forthwith
made the sketch.”
The Chancellor, when at Varzin, his
country estate, banishes the cares of State
and becomes farmer and forester. In
‘well-greased boots,” with staff in hand,
he wanders about the woods and fields,
noting nature and his farmers. He takes
lessons in practical political economy
from his tenants, and questions his la
borers. The result is that he is an evenly
balanced statesman, and talks in Parlia
ment about farming and forestry with,
such good sense and knowledge as to
command the respect of practical men.—
Youth's Companion.
Japan, according to the new census,
has a population of 38,500,000, or about
the same as that of the United States in
1870. In area Japan is about three
times the size of Pennsylvania.
“Ill pay yon for your medicines,
—The Judge.
Your visits I’ll return.
An Artist’s Secret Out
The artist J. G. Brown was a witness
a day or two ago in a suit at law. After
he had given his testimony the artist was,
somewhat astonished to hear the Judge
inquire in a matter-of-fact way, as if no
was taking np the examination where
the counsel had left it: “Are you the
Mr. Brown who paints the pictures of
street gamins!”
Mr. Brown bowed assent
“Well,” continued the Judge, “there
is something I have long wanted to
know. I have noticed that your boys
have phenomenally dirty clothes and
phenomenally clean faces, which is con
trary to mv experience, and I want to
ask you why yon represent them so?”
“Oh,” said the artist, “the answer to
that is easy. I cannot sell pictures of
boys with dirty faces; folks won’t have
them, and yon know I must sell my pic
tures.—Cleveland Leader.
All Is Vanity.
He whistled an opera air.
As those wbo can whistle will do;
They said, with a sarcastic stare:
“Why can’t you invent something newf*
He told them a joke that he read,
But soon he hu folly did roe;
They simply looked tired and said;
“Why can’t you invent something new!”
He sang them a popular song;
His vdloe it was equaled by few;
Their faces told somethin? was wrong;
They told him to sing something new.
And one of them said in his flight:
“Why can’t yon invent something mwt
The strain on his poor frightened wits,
To something quite horrible grew; . j
Now in an asylum he sits.
And tries to invent aomethin^nev