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THE MERCURY.
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It was a lover’s quarrel, no doubt
about that. Sky threatening—a'regular
storm browing—one could soe at
glance.
She stood, all flushed and excited, in
the curtained bay-window, her fair face
clouded, her blue eyes flashing, her
breath coming quick and fast.
He stood at her side, stern and pale,
his hands clenched excitedly, his dark
eyes full of mlnglod sorrow and pas
sion.
“ Allio 1"
John Ansleigh’s jvoice was low and
intense with feeling.
“It is all your fault, remember,” ho
went on with an effort at calmness,
have only requested you, kindly and
gently—and as your betrothed husband,
I surely have somo right—to desist
from these foolish flirtations. Why,
Allte, you were flirting last night with
that Mr. Mayne, whom public opinion
pronounces a—a—I can’t tell you only
that lie is not proper company for you,
my darling!" John’s voice lost its angry
tone, and grow very gentle and tender.
“You know that this would not trouble
me so if you were not dearer to me
than my own life. Say you are not
angry with mo, swoothcart ?’’
Dr. John Anslcigh bent his handsome
head, and his dark eyes gazed into
Allie’s blue ones.
But the little lady wys in a contrary
mood, that morning. She felt like any'
thing but meek submission to the will
of her lovrr, even though she knew
that ail that he had said was true, and
prompted by his lovo and care for her
Allie Riy was an orphan, an heiress
too. just released from tho restrictions
of boarding-school life. Sho had lost
both her parents in her infancy,and had
passed tho eighteen years of her lifo
under the care of hirelings, and later, at
a fashionable school. And, puro as a
flower, she had grown up amidst weeds.
She had been betrothed to Dr. Ans
lcigh for nearly a year, and was now
under his mother’s care, passing a few
weeks at a watering-place.
Society pronounced Allie a heartless
flirt; but she was merely a thoughtless,
careless girl, plunging headlong into the
unaccustomed gaieties about her with
all her heart. Surrounded by scores of
admirers, no wonder her head was
nearly turned with adulation and flat
tery.
John Anslolgh’s words had touched
her pride. Did ho then imagine that,
because she was careless and happy,
that sho was shallow and silly, and
necdod a guiding hand?
She mentally resolved to cut Mr
Mayno’s acquaintance that very day;
but then John should not have the sat'
faction of thinking that his words had
instigated the step. John had noconti-
dence in her love, she told herself. Woil
let him think as he pleased.
All the girl’s defiant spirit was in
arras, and when John, at last, fearing
that he had wounded her sensitive na
ture, attempted to set matters right be
tween them, he was stricken dumb with
amazement as she turned upon him a
face that was white and angry, her blue
eyes fairly scintillating.
“You’ve said enough, Jolm Anslcigh!”
sho cried, passionately. “ l can see now
the—the mistake I have made. We
were never intended for each other; we
are not suited. You want a wife that
will obey you like a puppet—a woman
with no will or mind of her own—a per
fect Griselda. And I can never submit
to tyranny in any form. The man I
love must trust me; and sinco you hare
ceased to do that, we are best apart. T
give you back your freedom.”
“Allie, stop! ’
Dr. Anslcigh was white as a statue.
“Do you mean what you say? You
do not love me, then, AllieP"
The girl was thoroughly aroused now,
and regardless of consequences.
“No!" she cried, madly, “Ido not
love you any more! ’
She dashed aside tho heavy curtains
that draped the bay-window, and was
gone. And just then a man arose from
the lounging chair beside the window
where he had been ostens ! bly reading,
and sauntered slowly away.
It was Mr. Mayne, and there was u
curious smile on his sensual lips and an
evil light in his gray eyes.
“Listeners hear no good of them
selves,” he muttered. “Well, maybe
not; but at any rate, I know which card
to play next. Piqued and angry at Ans-
leigh, the beauty will turn to me. 1 ii
play the Heart-broken lover, step in be
fore her anger against the handsome
doctor has time to cool, ‘ strike while
the iron is hot,’ and I’m mistaken Him
not engaged to Allie Ray and her fifty
thousand dollars before the sun sets
“ The best laid schemes o’ mice and
men gang aft agley!”
But Mr. Mayne had forgotten that.
For a long time John sat in tlio bay-
window, his head bowed, staring ills
misery in tho face. Could it be true?
Allie loved him no longer. Ah, well!
it was better for him to know the worst,
before it was too late.
An hour or two aftorward be saw Ai
de, radiant in white organdie and pink
ribbons, sitting on a rustic seat in the
hotel grounds in conversation witli Mr.
Mayne. John bit his lip and hurried
away out of sight. Well, after all it
was nothing to him now; ho had no
longer any right; Allie bad ceased to
lovo him. And only a few hours before
be would have staked his life on her
love and truth.
But John did not know wlmt-was tak
ing place out there in tho cool shade of
tho oak tree, beneath which Allio was
sitting beside her obnoxious companion.
Mr. Mayno had asked Allie to bo his
wife, and hnd boon very decidedly—not
to say contemptuously—refused. And
when ho arose and left Her, there was an
angry gleam in his wicked eyes, while
in his henrt he registered an oath sooner
or later to be avenged.
Allie came down to dinner in the great
dining-room, nl sunset, to find John’s
placo vacant.
“ Where is tho doctor P” somo one was
asking of John’s mother, as Allie
entered tho room and took her usual
sent.
Mrs. Ansleigh looked troubled.
“There 1ms been an accident," she
said. “ Some men were out fishing, the
boat capsized and two of them nearly
drowned. Dr. Anslcigh was sent for in
hopes that ho could save them, thoir
families being totally ignorant of any
means of resuscitation. But it is sev
eral miles i. way down the beach, and I
fear it will bo late in.the night before he
can return.”
It chanced at that instant that Allie
raised her eyes to encounter a glance
from Mr. Mayne, who was her visa vis.
She could not repress a shudder ns
she saw the audacious triumph in his
face.
Dinner over,‘Allio threw a slmwl
nbout her, and wandered off on the
beach alone. The sun had set now, and
twilight, weird and uncanny, wa3
gathering. Allie wanted to get away
from everybody, to be alone with her
own thoughts. She sat down nttlie foot
of a tree and gave way to her bitter re
(lections.
A voice aroused her and startled her
from her musings. It was the voice
unmistakable of young Mayne—eager,
earnest.
“He bit at the bait mighty easy!’’
Mayno exclaimed; “ won’t lie be furious
though when lie has lmd his long, hard
rido for nothing, and finds that there
lms been no accident—no capsized boat
— no half drowned menP" Mayno paused
and laughed heartily
“ And you’re sure tho bridge is un-
safeP” lie went on, eagerly.
“ Oh, yes, sir!” another voice replied;
“ the high waters and tho late storm
have just played the mischief with the
old thing. Nobody can pass over it on
horseback without going through—sure
as shootin’!”
“And there will be no mistake—no
failureP" queried Mayne. “Ansleigh
will be sure to come back that way P”
“He’ll have to!" the other answered,
grimly. “Ho went by the beach road,
it is true, but he can’t come back that
way after night falls, for the tide is in
now. No, sir, there ain’t but one road
for Dr. Ansleigh to come home by, and
that is over the old bridge. And if he
crosses—or tries to cross that—well, you
know the rest!’
And with a savage chuckle they
moved away.
Alice sat, halt stunned at the revela
tion to which she had listened. She
knew the whole vile, murderous plot
now! This was Mayne’s vengeance!
In a flash she saw her own way clearly.
She had brought this on John Ansleigh
—she must save his life, though she lost
her own!
She staggered to her feet, nnd drawing
her shawl about her, turned away in the
direction of tbeoldbridge; perhaps half
a mile distant from the hotel. To be
sure she knew not the road she had
taken; but if sho could only cross the
rotten structure, she could await his
coming on the other side.
She reached the place at last. Gather
ing all her courage together, she stepped
upon the old bridge. It was nearly
dark now, but with an agonized prayer
for protection, she moved onward. Even
beneath her lighc weight it tottered and
shook. She could see—away down
below—the black, angry water, with its
swift, awful current, swollen by recent
rain3, and choked by driftwood; it was
a wild sight there in the gathering
gloom. Onward she moved, holding
her breath, and with clasped hands and
dilated eyes watching the other side.
Thank God! she is .over—safe at last!
She sank down on a mossy stump, and
crouching down, awaited John’s com
ing.
And darkness gathered and fell over
all things. She felt timid and afraid;
but she calmed her fears as best she
might, and remained patiently at her
post. An hour passed. What if he
were not coming home that nightP The
thought made her heart stand still.
But even then she heard, away in the
distance, the tramp of a horse’s feet—
coming noarer—nearer. She arose and
stepped forward. The moon had arisen
now, and its clear rays showed her
pnv.nly that it was really John.
She stepped into the road. She forgot
everything—all that had happened that
day—and raising her voice, she cried,
wildly:
“John! oh, John!"
Doctor Ansleigh checked his horse,
and paused irresolute. His heart boat
tumultuously—he could not credit his
own eyesight.
“Allie! my God!" he gasped, “what
is the matter P”
He sprang from his horse, and in a
moment more sho was in his arms, her
head on his breast, while sho sobbed
out the whole story. John listened with
a new light in his eyes, his heart full of
happiness. And while they stood there,
alone in the pure moonlight, with a
great rush and roar the old bridge went
down. John Bhuddered and drew Allie
closer to him, while a thankful prayer
went up to heaven.
“ My darling,” lie murmured, softly;
“ you have saved my life!”
At first the problem of how they
were to cross the rivrr seemed too diffi
cult to be solved; but after a time John
found an old boat with a coupie of rough
oars, wli ich had been left there and for
gotten; and the way bocumo clenr at
once. Tying his liorso to a great tree—
to remain until he could send for it, on
tho morrow when tho tide would be
out and the beach road passable—John
nssisted Allio into the old boat, and they
made tho passage in salety.
Homo in Mrs. Ansleigh’s cosy parlor,
where tho mother was anxiously await
ing her son's return (she had not missed
Allie, but supposed thnt she was sate in
her own room), John told her tho whole
story. And when lie had finished, lie
laid his hnud upon AUic’s.
"You risked your own life," ho said,
his voice all atremblc, " to save mine!
Why did you do it, AllieP”
And Allie answered bravely—their
quarrel a thing of tho past—and forget
ting the words she lmd said that very
morning:
“Because I love you, John.”
Lessons in Woodcraft.
The following hints, given by Forest
and Stream, may bo found useful by
those who occasionally spend a few days
in the woods:
1. Notes of the barred owl and loon
indicate rain within twelve hours. In
the fall wet weather follows the cry of
the treo-frog.
2. Bark grows thickest on tho north
side of trees. Girdle a tree if you wish
to tell which is north.
3 The center of rotten stumps affords
dry stuff for kindling fire in drenching
rain. •
4. A torch which will last many
hours is made from half-inch strips of
cedar bark bound together in faggots
two feet kng or more.
5. To hold a boat in a swift current
set the polo, oar or paddle on the bottom
at an oblique angle with the side of tin;
boat resting against it. Very little
strength will bo inquired.
C. To mend a birch canoe cut a patch
of bark large enough to cover the frac
ture; sew it on with aH awl nnd stout
cord or hemlock roots; then apply a
piece of natural spruce gum to tho seams
or joints with a glowing brand used a-
a soldering-iron is used.
7. To carry a fish of two pounds
weight and upward, place it between
hemlock boughs of the proper length,tied
together at both ends and in the middle,
with bark, roots, or cord. It will keep
fresh nnd sweet a long time, is easily
cured, and will not soil what it touches
8. To mend a broken oar or paddle
bovol the fractured parts so as to make
a neat joint, pass a wooden plug through
both, and serve neatly with twine to
cover the joint. Or, having made a
joint, as above, bore two gimlet holes
two inches apart; double four feet of
wire so that the ends will pas3 through
the holes in the same direction; then
whip or serve neatly with tho wire, and
finish with a service of twine.
9. Fur night shooting, chalk the gun-
barrels lengthwise from breech to muz
zle; or, make a foresight by lashing a V
shaped stiok to the muzzle. By bring
ing the object within tho V, a good bead
can be drawn.
111. When a tree brushes off wisps of
hay from a load, the hay falls on that
side of tho tree toward which tiie cart
is going. In summer hay is carted from
the field to the barn, unless stacked
when cut. In winter it is carted out
from the barn to stock employed in cut
ting logs, wood, etc. Salt or wild hay is
most generally stacked. It can be dis
tinguished from field hay by the taste
ana smell.
11. An excellent moccasin, nearly
waterproof, is made from the hind leg
of a moose, cut above and below the
hock, the hock forming the heel. It is
wholly without seam, except where
seweii Up at the too. If tanned with
the hail on it, is very warm when worn
in dry snow.
12. A table is easily constructed by
taking a turn with a rope around each
trunk of three or more trees or saplings
conveniently near together; haul taut,
make fast, and lay boards on top.
Rather Tough.
An exchange tells this. Eithor the
story or the grass is very tough: A
curious feature of tho creeks and la
goons of Northern Queensland is men
tioned. It is called “ floating grass.”
It grows on the sur r ace of the water,
putting forth stems and roots, which be
come so densely interwoven that, even
with twenty feet of water underneath,
horses have been known to cross on tho
mats thus formed.
It is stated that an English grape
grower stopped the profuse bleeding of
a thrifty grapevine by forming a sort of
hard cement over the cut ends by re
peated dustings at short intervals with
Portland cement.
A WONDERFUL OPERATION.
How (lie Sctlii Willed Win Torn Prom a
Yoiiiik Woman's Head Nik Tears Ago
Hus Been llestored by the Process of
EnfMItlsi.
Among tho patients In St. Luke’s hos
pital, New York, is a young woman
who carries on her head an artificial
scalp, and it is not entirely complete
yet, but for nil practical purposes the
experiment on the young woman may
be said to bo at an end. The material
for building the scalp lias been furnished
by hundreds of volunteers, and over 14,-
000 different pieces have entered into Its
construction. The woman’s name is
Lucy Osborn, and she is in her twenty-
fifth year. She is of medium height and
build, of good form, and her disfigured
face gives ample evidence of the fact
that she was once a very pretty girl.
There is a sweetness about her smile
now which is very attractive, and her
low, rich voice is very pleasant to listen
to. The only disfigurement apparent to
the eye of a reporter, who met hor in the
hospital, was found about the oyeB. Her
right eyebrow is gone entirely, and the
left one is twisted upwnrd and outward.
The eyes themselves are elongated side-
wnys, much like those of a Chinaman,
but they aro soft and pleasant to look
upon. The scalp, which the surgeons
linvo decoyed nature into furnishing in
plnoo of the original, was covered by a
cloth, wound around her hond much
like n Turkish turban. She talks pleas
antly, nnd with rare intelligence, lor nn
invalid, and appeared well satisfied
with the result of tho surgeons’opera
tions upon her head.
Lucy Osborn belongs to New Med
ford, Conn., and on September 23, 1874
boing at that time nineteen years of ago,
was attending to her Work inn button
factory. Her hair was arranged in long
luxuriant curls, which covered the
entire liend. In the proseoution of hor
work she loaned forward toward a ro
volvlngshnft, and her curls were caught
in tho rapidly-revolving cylinder. It is
wonderful that hor head was not com
pletely crusliod, but, fortunately, her
position was sucli that her life was not
sacrificed. Her face was wrenched
down close to tho shaft, the lmir refused
to give way, and the entiro sonlp was
taken cleun off. Tho skin was peeled off
from the bone, taking with it n piece of
Lite integument of tho right enr, and
leaving hut a slight fringe of hair on
the lower part of tho back of the head.
Miss O.iborn says that tho accident was
so sudden and tho work was done so
qui kly that sho was not conscious of
feeling the slightest pain, and bIio ex
perienced no faintness or prostration
Tho terrible wound bled but slightly
nnd this is accounted for by tho fact that
the mouths of the blood vessels were so
badly lacerated that the blood coagu
latod, nnd thus hemorrhage wns pre
vented. The safety of Lucy Osborn’s
life is probably duo to this fact- It was
three-quarters of an hour before tho
village physician reached the factory,
He replaced the scalp instantly, and
secured it to tho girl’s head with forty'
seven stitches, in tho hope that It would
ngniu unite with tho tissue.
Then followed a reaction, and Lucy
suffered for two nights with a high
fovir and delirium. At the end of that
time she regained her reason, but she
suffered greatly lroin pain. The scalp
wns kept in position lor eleven days,
but matter was constantly collecting
beneath it, and the idea that it could be
induced to unite with the bone again
was abandoned. It was removed again
and for nearly three months the wound
was dressed with simple ointments. On
December 1, 1874, Lucy was brought to
New York and placed in St. Luke’s
hospital, where it was at once deter
mined to endeavor to provide her with
a new scalp by means of grafting. Lit
tle pieces of thin skin, not larger than
a millet-seed, were carefully taken from
the arm of a healthy man, and twenty-
live of these were grafted on the head of
Lucy a short, distance from tho border
of the skin of her forehead. The wound
was first carefully washed in a weak
solution of carbolic acid; then the most
healthy looking spots on the granulated
surface were chosen to locate the crafts,
and they were carefully applied with a
camel’s hair brush. The head was
bound in lint to keep the grafts in po
sition, and nature was left to do her
work. Of the twenty-five grafts first
applied an examination showed that
but four hnd taken, all the others hav
ing liquefied and disappeared. These
four had united themselves firmly to
the tissue, and gave promise of a hoalthy
growth. By March 10, 1875, they had
increased to tho size of a silver three
cent piece, and were pushing rapidly
forward to join the skin of the forehead.
More grafts were carefully planted, and
while hundreds proved worthless,
enough grew properly to give ample as
surance of the ultimate success of the
experiment. It would bo a matter of
years, the surgeons well knew, but they
felt certain that in the end Lucy Osborn
would have a new scalp, unless she died
before the experiment could be com
pleted.
Lucy did not die. JOn the contrary,
she grew strong daily, and in a very lew
months afier her admission to the hos
pital she was doing the ordinary work
of convalescents about the wards. The
tendency of healing scars is to contract,
and tire new skin, in growing over her
forehead and pressing forward to unite
with the little islands which the grafts
were forming on the top of her head,
had drawn up her left eyelid so that
she was unable to close that eye. An
incision was made above the eye, and
this gave facility for the lid to drop.
The Incision gradually healed like the
other wounds, and with tho exception
of the disfiguring scar Lucy’s eye is now
as good as ever it was. Meantime the
grafting continued without ceasing, the
healthy skin being taken from the arms
oi the surgeons and doctors of the hospi
tal, and a great quantity from the pa
tient herself. Several prominent clergy
men of tho city contributed grafts, and
portions of the skin of many fashionable
ladies furnished a nucleus for the scalp
which Lucy Osborn now wears. The
new scalp which has been built up for
her is hard, white and glossy. There
are no pores in the tissue, and it can
nover bear hair, Lucy 1b in tho best of
health and spirits, and expects to have
a completely reconstructed scalp soon.
The Lightning Flash.
Lightning performed queer freaks at
St. John, N. B. It shattered a largo
number of telegraph poles to atoms, out
the connection in tho telegraph ofllee,
and set the ofllee on fire. It knooked
down Albert Nash, who remained pow
erless for ovor five minutes, but has
suffered no permanent harm.
Gerhard Sohimpfgen, of Milwaukee,
wns instantly killed by lightning, whilo
Patrick Cullins, of Joliet, 111., had his
home torn to pieces, timbers nnd brick
being thrown forty feet in tho air, sev
oral of the inmates wore thrown vio
lently about and soveroly injured, and
Collins und his hired man killed.
The house of A. J. Snow, at Collin-
wood, Ohio, was struck by lightning
and Bet on fire. The fluid struck the
kitchen chimney, nnd on reaching tho
roof tore open a space of ten foct. One
bolt went through tho ceiling into the
kitchen, severely injuring Mrs. Snow.
The fire wns speedily extinguished.
When Miss Nell Bassett, one of tho
young indies employed in the Rochester
Tclcphono exchange, opened tho cirouit
to answer a call, thoro came a blinding
flash of lightning, nnd Miss Bassett lay
insensible upon the floor. She sufferod
severely for some time and temporarily
lost her eyesight, but lias now fully re
covered.
Andrew Fielding met witli a surpriso
as he was scaled on a reaper on his farm
near Tipton, Ind. Both of his horses
suddenly foil dead after a lightning flash
Francis Bowen, who was binding wheat
about two hundred feet in the rear, was
struck and killed. Four miles from this
Eccne a child was also killed during the
same storm.
A Mr. Wait, of Berlin, Ohio, was
feeding his horses when a thunderbolt
entered nn open door at one end of the
table, pnssed rapidly behind tho horses
and went out of the door at the other
end, burying itself in tho earth. No
damago whatover was dono to either
barn or animals, but Mr. Wait was
blinded and stunned for a few min
utes.
Ludwig Shroedor, of Chicago, had a
queer experience during a thunder
storm. The lightning struck his frame
cottage, passed through the bod in whlci;
ho wa3 sleeping, but simply burned his
limns and feet. It also entered tho b:<rn
o! G. W. Ililner, killod his horse, an
then passed out at the open door, leaving
tho barn uninjured.
In Cleveland, Ohio, B. Lange, a la
borer, was walking along Herald strou
during a severe storm and was struck by
lightning. Tho right side of his head
and chest was torn away. After killing
Lange the fluid crossed the street and
shattering a large tree disappeared into
space. Lange was thirty-six yoars of
age, and leaves a wife and five ohll
dren.
While crossing the platform from the
baggage to a passenger car on tho M
and G. railroad, at Linwood, Ala
Joseph Mason, tho baggage-mas er, was
struck by lightning. All efforts at ro
suscitation failed. In his cap a hole
about two inches in length wns found
Along his body to both feet was a red
streak, nnd all along this streak the skin
was blistered.
Mr. Kidd, of Ottawa, Ont., was over
taken by a storm whilo returning from
a luneral, and took shelter in the house
of a widow named Snroule. The se
verity of the storm rendering his liorso
unmanageable, young Sproule, a lad of
fifteen, ran from the house, and taking
tho animal to a telegraph pole was in
the act of tying it when there was a
blinding Wash,'and the lad fell dead.
Question nnd Answer.
What is the good and what ia the bad T
Where is the perleotly trne T|
What is the end you live lor, my lad T
And what, may 1 ask, are yon T
Unproven, I Tear, is your heaven above,
Lile is but labor and sorrow;
Then why should wo hope, and why should
we lovo,
And why should we oare lor the morrow 7
There may be a fight worth fighting, my
triend,
Though victory there be none;
And though no heaven be our# at the end,
Still we may stear straight on.
And though nothing be good, and nothing be
bad,
And nothing tie true to the letter,
Yet a good many things are worse, my lad,
And one or two things are bettor.
—The Spectator.
The Thin Partition Between Life and
** Death.
When we walk nenr the powerful
machinery we know that one single
misstep and those mignty engines would
tear us to pieces with their flying
wheels, or grind us to powder in their
ponderous jaws. So when we are thun
dering across the land in a rail car, and
there is nothing but half an inch flange
to hold us upon the track. So, when
wo are in a ship at sea, and there
is nothing but the thickness of a plank
between us and eternity. We imagine
then that we see how close we are to
the edge of the precipice. But we do
not see it. Whether on sea or land the
partition that divides us from eternity
is something thinner than an oak plank
or half an inch of iron flange. Tho
machinery of life and death are within
us. The tissues that hold these beating
powers In their placo are often not
thicker than a piece ot paper, and,
that th’.n partition were ruptured, it
would b-3 just the same to us as if a can
non ba’il had struck us. Death is in
separably bound up with life in the
very ‘structure of our bodies. Struggle
as will to widen this space, no man
can A!; any time go farther from death
thafl the thickness ol a sheet oi paper
ITEMS OF INTEREST.
Garden greens—Amateur florists.
In Ireland last your $7,500,000 lose
wore spent for drink than in the pre
ceding year.
The sun’s rays, focalized through tho
glnss of a round wator bottle at Alyth,
Scotland, set fire to a house.
Mrs. Hildreth committed suicide at
Dos Moines, Iowa, bocauso her husband
wouldn’t take hor to t he oircus.
Men who never advertise, live and die
without ever knowing that they have
nover touched tho true lover of success.
A Berks county (Fa.) lien laid a nest
full of eggs in the forks of a tree, twelve
feet from tho ground, where she hatched
theleggs out.
The head of an empty barrel in the
corner grocory may support tho curb*
stone orator, but it won’t feed his fam
ily .—Waterloo Observer.
When a locomotive engineer runs
over his nccounts, neither the coroner
nor cowcatcher are called into requisi
tion.—New York News.
Borry Bradford, of Cl inch county, Ga.
whs found doad at his plow hajdles re
cently. He is tho third brother thnt
has died suddenly at the plow.
When cows have learned to read, and
not till then, will it pay enterprising
firms to advertiso on rooks, troes and
fence posts.—Meriden Recorder.
A Reading (Fa.) man only sixty-five
years old has boon married thr^c times,
and tho Father of cloven pair of twins.
Ho has forty-one children in all. •
John Thomas, a native of Albemarle,
Va..is tho father of thirty-two children.
He has been twice married, nnd twenty-
ono daughters wero born to him before
son.
After a recent Bliower at Kokoma,
Ind., tho ground was found covered
with fish, all of which wero alive and
flopping about. They were the size of
minnows.
A beautiful woman, nged twenty-two,
very intelligent, with pleasing manners,
is an inmate oi the Virginia peniten
tiary, serving a long sentence for horse
stealing.
When John Keeton, a Cumberland
county (Ky.) man, saw a swarm of bees
in the woods with nothing to catch them
in lie was sorrowful. lie adopted tho
first mode inwardly suggested to him,
slipped off his pants, soon had the bees
hived in tho legs, and so carried them
homo.
A little four-year-old, of Des Moines,
Iowa, finding a revolver in one of the
bedrooms, took it up and killed his baby
sister two years of age. The same day
a Cincinnati boy, aged eleven, also found
a pistol in a drawer, and playiully
pointed it at his cousin, a girl of nine,
nnd killed her.
A Dead Man’s Shadow.
Shadows nre substantial things in
Gold Hill, Nev. The local editor, whose
reputation for veracity is not questioned
by his own journal, relates that in the
earlier days of July John Abbott was
taken from the steaming depths of tho
Union” with his head crushed by a
falling wall-plate. He was laid on the
floor of tho office, nnd medical aid was
summoned to minister to his wants, al
though it was plaiu that he must die.
The next morning Superintendent
Rooney noticed that where the dying
man had been placed his outline lay
like a shadow on the floor. He ordered
tho janitor to clean the boards. Before
Rooney went to dinner the shadow re-
appeared. He ordered the floor to be
thoroughly scrubbed and went to his
family. The next morning the floor
showed that a vigorous application of
soap and brush had been made, for it
was white and clean. But during the
day that shadow roturned, and at night
them it lay as though the man was still
waiting for dcatli on that floor. The
next day Rooney ordered the floor to be
painted. With the coming of the paint-
pot the shadow vanished, but after a
day or two returned, and once more
limned itself on that office floor.
Rooney again sent for tho painter and
had a second coat of paint put on, not
only where the shadow lay, but over
the entire floor. In a few days there it
was again, and each day it grew more
and more distinct. Even strangers at
length began to notice it and comment
on its resemblance to a human form.
Its presence ut. length became intolera
ble, and Rooney had all the boards of
the floor on which this heavy and
terrible shadow rested taken out and
replaced with new. The paint brush
hen followed, and now that outlined
figure from the floor hoa disappeared.