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. THE mercury. , „ fl0 oon(l- class matter at the Sanders- 6 0lered Slo Postoffice, April 27, 1880. gjndersTiUo, Washington Cousty, 6*. miUHD BT A . J. JERNIGAN, Pioranro* and Publish**. THE MERCURY; *• > - A. J. JERNIGAN, Pbopbdstob. DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. $1.50 PER ANNUM. goWripMon. .11.06 par Tsar. VOL. II. SANDERSVILLE, GA., NOVEMBER 1, 1881. NO. 31. THE MERCU PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. NOTIOIS. «TA11 ooromnnlaattoBS Intended for this pa. per mnat be MMompanied with the Ml mom of the writer, not neoeeearily for publication, bat as a guarantee of good fiaith. We ere in no way reepanelble for tbe rieoaai indoione of oorreepoodente. Watches, Clocks AND JEWELRY JERNIGAN BUY YOUR Spectacles, Spectacles FROM JERNIGAN. None gonuino without our Trade-Mark. Ou hand and. for sale, Spectacles, Nose Glasses, Elt Music! Music -GO TO- JEBNIGAN -ron- ini, ramus BOWS, STRINGS, ROSITV BOXES 5 &c Machine Needles Oil and Shuttles ron ALL KINDS OF MACHINES, for sail I will also ordor parte of Machines that get broken, for which new piocoa are wan tod. A. J. JERNIGAN E. A. SULLIVAN, NOTARY PUBLIC, SANDERSVILLE, GA. Special attention given to the oolleotion o) claims. Office In the Court-house. 0. H. ROGERS, Attorney at Law, Sandorsrille, Ga. Prompt attention given to all bnslneea. Ollico iu northwest wing of Court house, May 4, 1830. C. C. BROWN, Attorney at Law, SaudcrsviUe, Ga. Will practico in tho Stato and Uultod States wurte, Ollico in Courfc-houso. H. N. H0LLIFIELD, Physician and Surgeon, SandcrsvUlo, Ga. Office next door to Mrs. Bayno’s millinery •tore on Harris Stroot. G. W. H. WHITAKER, dentist, SANDERSVILLE, GA. Trams Cash. OiTico at liis Itesidonco, on Harris Strcot. April 3,1880. B. D. EVANS, Attorney at Law, 8ANDEUSVILLE, GA. 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J0qi0 1,TI 8onjotlojd o&ntMnlo ^sora ‘*j°U8PU Ea fueeVlwP n nqong ( 8dOH jo uonouiqralooy oupipaig ^go|| pnu)«ojnjl oqx DICTIONARY.^9 ilfi^Editioa Of WEBSTER, has dftnra „^ ords ’ 3000 Engravings, r». U ° NEW WORDS and Meanings, l0 SrapliicaI Dictionary of over 6700 Names. “ la ^y 0. a C. MERRIAM, Springfield, Mail. Nightfall. Lie Btiil, 0 heart 1 Crush out thy vainnoss and nnreaehod desiros. Mark how the sunset fires, Whioh kindlod all tho weBt with red and gold, Are slumbering ’noath tho amothystino glow Of tho rooeding day, wIiobo tale is told. Stay, stay thy questionings. What wouldst thou know, 0 anxious hoart ? Now turn to God. Night is too beautiful for ns to cling To selfish sorrowing. 0 memory 1 tho grass U over green Above thy gravej hut wo have brightor things Than thou hast evor claimod or known, I wcon. Day Is for tears. At night the soul hath wings To leave tho sod. Tho thought of night, That comos to ns like breath of primrono time That comes like the sweet rhyme Of a pure thought expressed, lulls all our foars, And stirs tho angel that is in us—night, Which is a sermon to tho sonl that hears. Hush ! for tho hcavons with starlets ore alight. Thauk God for night! —Chambers’t Journal. Roft is tho air, And not a leaflet rustles to tho ground To break tho calm around. Croop, little wakeful hoart, iuto thy nogt; Tho world is full of flowers oven yet. Closo fast thy dewy eyes, and be at rest. Pour out thy plaints at day, if thou must frot; Day is for caro, THE RING AND THE ROLL MILLIONS OF S! Larger v.wJes at still low er rates. Send for free idi-cmar^ Address, 0/ all people that mako trouble for themselves tho jealous can take the palm ; and of all the jealous, Mr. Don ald McDonald was ablo to get tho most torture from tho least material, When Lucia fell in love with him, she did not dream of this ailliction, for ho seemed about as indifferently cool and haughty a man as ono could picture. Perhaps she flirted a little recklessly with one and another lest he should divine her secret; perhaps on that ac count ho thought the only way to got her was to take her by storm. Sho did not flatter herself that he remembered her when out of his sight, till one day on the piazza a party of them having been talking gayly of thoir possible futures, and all having left but herself, he came back, and loaning against a pil lar, and pulling down the rose-vine, “What is that you are doing, Luoia?" lie said. “Does it require all your attention? Look at me, Lucia;” and sho thoughtlessly obeyed. “ When we were all speaking of our paths in the 'uture, was there any seriousnoss in u hat you said ? Did you suppose 1 would ever listen to any plan of a future for you in whioh I was not a part ?" “You I” looking up at him where lb- towcred abovo her dark and superb as Lucifer. “ I. And I teli you now, Lucia, you are going to marry mo or nobody. You are to be my wife, or no man’s wife.” And many of Lucia’s distresses came from that acquiescence in which her glad heart stood still a moment before it beat upon her lover’s, in which her hand lay trembling in his, while he slipped upon its finger a curious gem- mel-ring of rubies and brilliants. If she had rebelled, if she had coquetted or dallied, she might not have remained in tho half-humble light which made her more like a slave than a wife; if she had obliged him to sue instead of allowing him to claim, he might hardly have ventured on such a lordly and dic tatorial demeanor. Ho hurried the wedding so that she had no time to per ceive anything but his passion for her self. And now that regret was too late, all there was for her was as straight a path, looking neither to tho right nor the left, as a wealthy woman in sooiety could walk. But to a friendly beauti ful creature like Lucia, who liked every body, and whom everybody liked, this was no easy matter. Nor especially was it easy when some of her former lovers came along, to whom sho felt it right to bo particularly gentle in view of their regret and her felicity. For Luoia was really happy. She desired no indiscriminate admiration ; her husband’s was enough for her. She had his adoration, and sho know it, and he was her all in all; nothing more grand and noble and beautiful than he was possible to her conception of a human being. She loved him so that if he had trampled her heart out of her body, she would have thought it but a fit service she rendered him in suffering t. And it cost her nothing to relin quish all companionship but his, for she wanted no other. The one hinderance to her happiness was that her husband failed to recog nize all this, and seemed to have a con stant fear of loss oLher affection if she became aware of the existence of any body else, the knew that his bursts of anger through suspicion did “0* “““ that he loved her any the less, but they frightened her and they caused her un wisely to conceal any attention, flattery, or kindness that she received. Bhe tried to frost her manner, but it only her all the more attractive, house was thronged, and her invi a i were ft multitude. Nevertheless, Luoia almost forgot herself one day when the servant an nounced Mr. Dunstable. “ Tom Dun stable 1” she exolaimed before she thought. " I am delighted.” And she held out both hands to this old sohool - mate and sort of cousin, and waa eager, her face aglow, to hear what account he had to give of himself, asking if he remembered this, and replying as to whether she remembered that, laughing over circumstances occurring before her husband’s reign, and all at once starting and looking about for her hus band, beckoning him, and when he would not stir, taking Mr. Dunstable over herself, and introducing him, with another grand mistake, as a dear old friend who was one of the family, but not a scrap of relation. A dear old friend, one of the family, and not a scrap of relation 1 Nothing more was needed to kindle Mr. MoDon- aid’s altar fires. He was flint and steel already. “Wasting her sweetness on a curmudgeon," said Mr. Dunstable to himsolf. And if for a minute he had a mind to give Mr. McDonald something to fret about, iu another minute he thought he would out off his hand before making Lucia any trouble. “ So," ho said to her, when Mr. McDonald had walked off and left them as a great dog loaves a couple of children that have disturbed him, “ you have a jailer—" “ I have the best of husbands !" she exclaimed. “And I adore him. Be sides—” “Besides, I mustn’t talk to you m that way. Well, I won’t. I shouldn’t like him to speak so to my bonny Kate. I am going to bo married to Kato Dos- pard—the sweetest girl I I must come and tell you about her to-morrow, Lu cia. What hour shall you bo alone ?” Tomorrow? Lucia had begun to recollect herself sufficiently to know that her husband's wrath would be a bright and shining light to-morrow if such an interview took place. "To morrow?” sho said. 11 But I have au en gagement. How long are you to be in town? Only two days? Let me see—I shall bo at Aunt Marburj’s to-morrow at three.” Ah, Lucia, Luoia McDonald, her inner consciousness cried, a clandestine moot ing at auother persou's house I No wonder if her husband wero angry I And yet it seemed bard if sho might not hear about tho marriage of one for whom sho had suoh an innocont attach ment. And sho hated equally that any one she honored should think her heart less or see her husband's one w-eakness The bet that she felt a little guilty mado her humility and sweetness incar nate in her manner toward her husband; and the fact that she was so sweet and nubmissive mado him a trifle lordlier than before. Sho know the drift of his thoughts too well, and he need not have taken the trouble to formulato a pro- nuciamento, ns he did at dinner. “A married flirt,” said Mr. MoDon- aid, apropos of little or nothing, “ranks with tho monstrous. Once convinced of such a deformity in a woman's char acter, I would not live with lior an hour." “By the way," said Luoia, the least bit tremulously, “Tom Dunstable is going to be married.” “ You are very familiar, Lucia. But why ‘by the way’? Is Mr. Dunstable a flirt?” “ He ? Oh, no; but Kato Despard is, and he is going to marry her.” “ Ho is to he pitied then," said Mr. McDonald, with asperity. “Yes; Tom is the most faithful fel low iu existence. He will never forget the time I saved him from Master Brownlow’s rage by taking the feruling myself.” “You, Luoia? And the hound lot you 1 Well, I would thank him to for get. I wont no man with reminiscences of my wife.” Lucia did not remind him that it would bo difficult to blot out her past existence. She only laughed, and said: “ Oh, it makes no odds, for it is not the same person. I am a totally different being from that one. It hardly seems cs though I had been alive before I married you, Don." And anybody not luxuriating in jealousy would have melted at the smile sho gave him. But the next day she was at her Aunt Marbury’s to find Tom there before her, and to listen to his enamored account of Kato Despard, his marriage, his hopes, his plans. “I gave Kate a plain ring to wear as a wedding ring by-and- bye," said Tom. 'I want an engagement ring for her that has never been on any body’s finger, and made like one yon wore just before you married—the quaintestyhing I You have it on now, Luoia, perhaps?” “Yes, indeed. Don gave it to me, It was my engagement ring, Tom." ii Then you would not care to lend it for the goldsmith to see ?" asked Tom. Luoia hesitated. She did not want the ring her betrothed gave desecrated by passing from hand to hand. To tell the truth, she had a little rather neither Kate Despard nor another had a ring just like it. And then Don would be certain to misconstrue. But Don need not know, She hated to disoblige Tom. It would be away only a night. Sho slipped off her glove] and gave it. “Kate will thank you so much," said Tom. He took her band a moment. “It is a kind little hand,”he said. “It will always wear the pearl of great price. Once,” he added, half laughing, "before my darling Kate's was promised me, I had hoped to call this hand my own.” And they looked up, to see Mr. Donald McDonald towering like an avenging deity in the doorway. He had heard only the last phrase. " Do not lot me interrupt you," he said, in his loftiest accent of withering scorn. But Luoia was to<r quick for him. " Good-bye, Tom,” she cried, regard less of appearanoes. " Good-bye. I suppose we meet at Mrs. Maynard’s dinner to-night ?” But she was at the carriage, beside ber husband, bofore the words hod passed Tom’s lips. " Aren’t yon going to help me in, Don ?” she asked. " Do you wish to enter?” asked the Grand Llama. Why, certainly I do. I told John to drivo round, and wondered lio was so slow.” Slow! Too quick, I should say," he answered, while John shook his white reins to the prancing beasts. "Oh, now, Don," she exolaimed; "you are angry at poor Tom’s pa- lavor.” I don’t know any right your poor Tom has to be talking palaver to my wife.” "He was telling of his happiness with Kate Despard.” • l don’t know any right my wife has to receive confidences from another man." "Don, aren’t you ashamed?” oiied Lucia, desperately. "An old friend, all but brought up in the house with me—" ‘ Is that any reason he should bo saying to you that once ho expected to call your hand his own ? You, a married womau, listening to him I And for all I know he has kissed your baud. It is shameful I it is moustrous ! it is abom inable I" " Ho never kissed my hand," " Why is your glovo off?” "Ob, Don, my darling, how ridiculous you mako yourself I” Answer my question. Have you boen exchanging lingH with that rascal ?” lie cried, his eyes blazing in his whito face. " By tbe Lord, if that is so, I will have his life? Where are your rings, Luoia ?” Graoious, Don, what a flame yon can blow up from a spark! Do you ex pect me to wear my rings about like so muny fottors ? Rings hurt ono's hands under gloves, and I don’t always wear them." You will let mo see"—his eyes growing blacker and blncker, as if his wrath condensed its darkness through them—"every ring I have given you, tbe moment we enter the house, whether you find thorn fetters or not 1” And the brilliant and ruby gemmel in Tom Dunstable’s pocket 1 What on earth was she to do? Why had sho not told him the whole story at first? Now, under threats, it was too late. lie would not believe her. He would be only the more infuriated. "Do you mean to say, Donald,” she exclaimed, turning on him her beautiful eyes, " that you are accusing me, your faithful wi f e, of anything your words imply?” Then the worm turned. “How long do you think you can keep my af fections—" " I don’t imagine I can keep them. I don’t imagine I have kept them—” And when, as just at that instant they reached their own door, a band of music set the horses to dancing, the carriage wheels ran up the stepping-stone, and a crash ensued, out of which she was lifted in a dead faint, Lucia^connted it one of the good fortunes of her life. Of course, with the servants running this way and that, and 'with confusion and cries in the house, rings and re proaches were forgotten, and Mr. Donald McDonald, calling himself a brute, hung over his wife in despair, and Lucia had a delightful hour of recovery and devotion; and then, against her hus band’s remonstrances, proceeded to dress for Mrs. Maynard’s dinner. “ Ab, what a hypocrite and actress I am becoming 1” she sighed to herself. “ And what a cov/ard I And all because I love him so.” But nobody would have thought the lovely creature sweeping into Mrsi Maynard’s drawing-room, in her white gold-embroidered satin, was any of the horrid things she called herself. They were the last arrivals, and when Lucia went out on Mr. Maynard’s arm, she found herself, in a little spasm of fright, with Tom Dunstable at the other hand, and her husband nearly opposite. It was a moment of absolute terror to Lucia. She knew that the sight of Tom Dunstable would bring baok all her husband’s mood. She saw the blaok cloud shut down over his face in stantly, and she felt that her least mo tion would be watched with lynx-like narrowness. . But she must get that ring, and before she put on her gloves again. " Tom,” she whispered, not looking at him, scarcely moving her lips, and her face placid as sunshine, " give me that ring at once, as you value my life.” "Great heavens 1" murmured Tom; "it is at the goldsmith’s.” The oonsternatiop and pleading in her eyes wonld have ruined her had not her husband trodden on Miss Ormond's train in the general seating, and been a momont preoccupied. In that mo ment Tom, nodding excuse to his neigh bor and to Mr. Maynard, slipped into tbe hall, and was baok again before tho rustle had quite subsided. It seemed to Luoia as it every oyster wero a turtle; sipping her soap was like the effort of the old woman to sweep the B9a from her door. Through roast, entree, oourse by course, what interminable torture was this she endured 1 She wonld have declared they liad been at the table half the night. AU the time she felt her husband's glance pursuing her, while she manipulated h(r hand to evade it; and all tho time she had to talk with Mr. Maynard, and give her repartees on this side and the other, as if the gayest of the gay, with no more idea of what sho was saying than if in a trance. What an oter^ity it was bo- oomingl what a reckoning was to followl She was receiving the punishment of her deoeit a thousand times. Dazed and dizzy, a scarlet spot on either cheek, she felt hardly able to keep her chair. Sho wanted to scream ont to her hus band the whole story; she was afraid’ she should, The prairie-chicken was being served, when she saw, as if in a dream, a waiter, who had just oome in, stoop ing to piok up Tom's napkin, and a sido- long glance showed her Tom fumbling with a tiny paroel. In another breath it was all right. The color left her cheek ; she understood what was said aronnd her; the prairie-ohioken had some flavor. She stretched her hand for a bit of bread. " I beg your par don,” said Tom, "this is yonr iol) fc I think.” And she crumbled the roll be tween them, and tho ring touched the tip of her Anger, and with the help of tho crust and tho tabla-eloth she wor ried it into its nsnal place while unswer- ing Mr. Maynard's question as to lies preferences regarding game. And ar sho raised her hand to brush back a love-lock falling too low oyor her beau tiful eyes, Mr. Donald McDonald saw the blood-red flash of the ruby gommel- ring. But it was not till a year and a day that he heard tho story from his wifo's lips, and forgiving her for lior part, promised better fashions for his own.— Harper's Umar. " Sit Down, Roberta." Elder Traverse, who lately died in Buffalo, old and bent and full of years, was onee the most noted man in East ern Now York as a camp-meeting leader. Ho had a powerful voice and was a fluent ■peaker, and in the prime of life could got away with any man who over s > u to got away with his meeting. Tho elder was onco holding a camp- moeting at Yonkers, and word rcaohed him that a notorious rough, known as “Chicago Bob,” intended to bo on hand Sunday for a row. He made no reply aud took no precautions, bat when Boh appeared on the grounds with a cigar in his month and a slang-shot in Mb sleeve, the elder didn’t grew pale worth a cent. Bob had come out there to run things, and he took a forward seat. When the crowd began to sing he began crowing, and thns created confusion. ‘Robert, you hod better sit down,” observed the elder, as he eame forward. “Chicago Bob sits down for no man,” was the reply. ‘ “ Sit down, Robert," continued the elder, as he put his hand on tho loafer’s arm. ‘ Here goes to clean out the crowd 1” crowed Bob, as he pulled off his coat. Next instant the elder hit him under the ear, and as he fell over a bench he was followed np and hit again and again, and while in a semi-unconscious state he was carried off by his friends. Next day he was first to oome for ward for prayers. The elder put his hand on his head and said: “ Robert, are yon in earnest?” “Iam.” “ Are you really seeking for faith ?” “You bet I am 1 If faith helps a man to got in his work as quick as you did yesterday, I am bound to have it, if I have to sell my hat I” He didn’t get it very strong, but he did no more orowing while the meeting lasted. Rain Lore. To tho farmer one of the most im portant circumstances is the weather, as on it depends the suooess of his agri cultural operations. But science, to quote Mr. Buckle’s words, “nothaving yet succeeded in discovering the laws of rain, men are at present unable to tell it for any considerable period," and hence wo still find in use a host of pieces of weather wisdom for ascertain ing the rules whioh regulate it. These, too, havo been gathered from a variety of sources, and althongh many of them aro highly fanciful, yet they are largely believed and acted upon. Thus, accord ing to a well-known notion, “ the faster the rain, the quicker tho hold up," a piece of weather lore which dates as far back as Bhakespeare’s day, for in Rioh- ard II. (aot ii, soeno 1) John of Gaunt is represented as saying: "For violent flros soon burn out thcmsolvss; hmaUsbovrcrs last long, but sudden storms aro short.’’ In the Shepherd of Banbury’s Obser vations we aro told that " sudden rains never last long; but when tho air grows thiok by degrees, and tho sun, moon and stars shine dimmer and dimmer, then it is liko to rain six hours usually.’ A further adago on the subject reminds usjhow “Tho sharper tho blast, Tho soonor 'tls past." A good many items of weather loro have from time immemorial been asso ciated with what is generally termed “a sunshiny shower.” Thus, although it is said nover to last long, yet it is an indication, on the other hand, that it will rain on the following day about the same hour. Among the numerous rhymes, wo may quote ono current in some of the midland counties. “A Hunnhlny shower Novor lasts half an hour." There is a similar one, too, prevalent in the west of England, to this effect: "Sunshiny rain will soon go away.” According to Fitzrcy, there is usually fair weather before n settled course of rain; and in Scotland we are told, with respect to wet weather, that “LShg foul, lang fair." There is a popular fancy that rain on Friday insures a wet Sunday, a super stition whioh has been embodied in tho familiar couplet: 11 A rainy Friday, n rainy Holiday; A fair Friday, a fair Sunday.” Another version of this rhyme is the following: “ As tho Friday, so tho Sunday; ah tho Sunday, so tho wook." Sunday’s rain is in many places re garded as specially uuluoky. In Nor folk, for instance, it is commonly said, “ Rain aforo clmtoli [church], Rain all tho wcok, Littlo or much." This notion extends us far as Scotland, and in Fifeshire tho poasantry have a rhyme, “ If it rains on tho Sunday boforo mess [mass] It will rain ull tho wook, more or loss.” O it of tho further extensive woather loro associated witli rain wo may briefly note tho following, whioli is scattered throughout Great Britain. Thus tho agiioultural peasantry, when spoakiug of tho advantages of rain, tells us that “Homo rain, sorno rcBt; Fine weather isn’t always host.” Rain in springtime is considered a good omen, if we may place any reliance on the subjoined adage: “A wet spring, a dry harvest.” The indications of approaching rain which are usually observable in the sky are referred to in the following sensi ble rhyme: Wot weather seldom hurls tho most unwise, So plain the sign*, snob prophets are the skios.” Many of the charms still used by children to avert rain are curious, and the ono current in Northumberland is as follows: “.Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day. When I brew, and when 1 bako, I’ll gle you a littlo cake.” In Scotland, says Mr. Chambers, in his Popular Rhymes, youngsters are often beard in a Scottiah village apos trophizing rain: “ Rain, rain, go to Spain, Aud nover oomo hack again.” Once more, a charm prevalent iu Dur ham to insure a fine day consists in lay ing two straws in the form of a cross, and repeating those words: “Rain, rain, go away, Don’t come back till Christmas-day;" this mode of procedure, it is said, being seldom known to fail.—Chambers' Jour nal. MOMEKTOl® RATTER. Farmers in Great Britain suffered everely during the first half of 1881. No less than 571 agriculturists had to deelare themselves bankrupt, inelnding farm bailiffs, millers and market gar deners. In trades immediately con nected with farming, 501 have been forced to give np business. Our latest acquisition in real estate, the vast region of Alaska, is ambition* of congressional representation, and haa chosen the late collector of customs ss a delegate to the national Honseof Rep resentatives. As Alaska has no terri torial organization, the newly-elected delegate's ehanee of admission is smsll. Butter is now made ont of cotton seed oil, in New Orleans, after months of experiment. Not content with its natural color, which might betray ita the inventors have succeeded in so tiriting it that it may be passed off as dairy butter. In this matter of batter not many years ago, all we had to de pend upon was the rioh product of the dairy churn. But already we find cir culated in the oommnnity the prodnot of bull fat, colored and put np so as to imitate butter, and soon we shall havo a farther variety. The fears that are entertained for the safety both of the German emperor and of his chancellor, Bismarck, are shown by an incident that ooonrred during the latter’s stay at Kissengen. While he was driving along one of the country roads a building contractor, some dis tance ahead, stepped to the side of the highway with a telescope to take a view of the surroundings. He was suddenly soized by a gendarme, who compelled him to pnt his glass out of sight nnti] Bismarck had passed, for the reason that, in tho existing oondition of politi cal affairs, the prinoe might easily mis take the telescope for the barrel of a rifle, and be seriously startled by it. The Dirty Dozen is a Kansas City club, and its members are so liko its name that one of their own number did not invite them to his wedding. They went to the house, however, and threw stones through the windows. The first groomsman said, in the midst of the ceremony : “Just hold on till I come back, I won’t be gone a minute.” He went out, killed one of the dozen by a pistol shot, returned to his place before tho clergyman, and the marriage pro ceeded. There is substantial progross being made on the great four-track steel road that is to connect Chicago and New York. It was begun before the great fire in Chicago, but the grants of right of way and many other reoords indis pensable to its prosecution were de stroyed by that calamity. They have all been restoied, and the work of con struction is being pushed as rapidly aa is consistent with making it a vast and permanent institution. The fact that it is to be throughout stone ballasted and steel railed indicates that it is for permanent investment, and not merely for stock specnlation. The road is built between Cleveland and Fort Wayne, and the track is being laid east of Cleveland and west of Fort Wayne at the rate of four miles a day. Between Valparaiso, Indiana, and Chicago, track is Leing laid at the rate of one and a half miles per day. Onei hundred miles of traok aro laid between Chicago and Cleveland, and the whole road is expected to be in operation between Chicago and New York by July 4, 1882. “ Can I drivo him, do you think '?” Mr. Slowboy timidly asked the livery man, as he climbed into the buggy and handled the lines with some misgiving. “ Land, yes,” said the hostler, with hearty encouragement; “ anybody can drive him, a child can drive him—but," he added, as the horse went down the street like a rocket, olimbed over a hay- wagon, shook Mr. Slowboy into the river, and left the buggy hanging on the arm of a lamp-post, “ it takes a railroad train to keep np with him.” Michael Kelleher, watchman of the United States sub-treasury at St. Louis, died reoently in that city, at the age of seventy-fire, after twenty-eight consecu tive years of faithful servioe. One of his duties was to carry baok and forth the bags of bullion, and General Ed wards, assistant treasurer, believes thjtt ho handled during his lifetime more money than any other man in the coun try. His fidelity and honor seem to be oharaoteristio of the stock to which he belonged, as the distribution of his modest estate showed. His property amounted to about $30,000, and in his will, made only a few days before his death, the name of a favorite niece was found to be omitted. The legatees, be lieving it to be an oversight, promptly made a pro rata assessment upon their own legacies for her benefit, thus secur ing to her $3,000, equal to the average amount devised by the will. ThiB was accomplished with perfect harmony, the only desire of all being to give the favorite niece the amount which her uncle probably intended to bequeath to her. John of Abyssinia amd Alexander of Russia are the two potentates whose ood is all tasted ere t-hey partake of it.- A Modeat Requeat. ’ “Darling, wake up and stop snoring, said a Detroit woman to her husband. “ Eh ? Whazza matter now?” he asked as he half raised np in bed. “ Won’t you please stop snoring ? If you only knew how homesick it made me I’m sure you would." “Homesick 1 How the deuoe can my innocent snore make yon homesick ?” “ Why, you know, darling, that tbe home on the coast from which you took me a joyous bride was only half a mile from a government fog-horn, and every time you snore it reminds] me so of home that I just can’t stand it. Please lie on yonr side and havo some little respect for my feelings." And then the brute spread himself ont on his back and in five minutes had bathed her iu tears as visions of the old home crept upon her. The annual production in the United States for several years past has bpen about 7,000,000,000 pins. ■ ii