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VOL. 1.
HAPPY DAYS AMONG THE HILLS.
Every quaint, expectant quiver
Of the willows in the vale,
Every curve along the river,
Every note borne on the gale.
Every glimpse of flashing fountains,
Every wild rose on the hill,
Every sunset on the mountains,
I recall and love them still.
Oft I tread those ploasant places,
Dwell upon those tender themes,
See again those smiling faces
Welcoming me in mv dreams;
An t those blissful memories haunt mo
When with disappointment crossed,
And mv toils an 1 troubles taunt me
V With the joys that I have lost!
The Five Chapters.
by FRANCIS E. HAMILTON.
gj ™ H E Englishman
turned to bis
American friend,
. and calling his at
h V tention to a guinea
3® m / that hung from bis
watch chain, said:
M .Mpf find “What on that?” <lo you
- The other ex
amined the coin closely, and upon
one side of the medallion saw en
graved in exceedingly small but dis
tiuct letters this inscription, “Write
V*»»>• . “wtiat
nected with it?”
The Englishman laughed.
here 1 ; ” S and‘ho V ! Id “the° wayten to °h is
.incing five envelopes, each containing
a letter ; “and I am going to ask you
to read thorn, for 1 am sure they will
interest you. Before you begin,
however, 1 will give you the preface
to the tale, or otherwise you would
not uuderstand it, Ju 1878, when I
\yas but a boy, I was sent to Australia
to look after my father’s sbeep busi
ness. Mucli of the time t was obliged
to be in the bush, and when there the
hours oiten hung heavily upon my
hands. One frightfully hot Sunday I
lay gasping for air under a thorn tree
near my cabin when I noticed some¬
thing glittering in the dust of tho
roadway not twenty yards distant.
After speculating upon what it might
be ior perhaps an hour, I mustered
sufficient energy to rise from my ham¬
mock and investigate. It was this
coin, but without tbe inscription you
have noted. Returning to my siesta
I began to wonder how it came there,
for not a soul had passed that way lor
more than a month, except ray own
men ; and neither they nor I had any
gold. My wonder grew upon itself
until at last it occurred to me how
strange a story such a piece of money
could tell if it could relate its adven¬
tures, and from that idea it was but a
Btcp lo tbe inscription and a trial of
mv fantastic notion.
'The first timo I visited Sydney, I
took the coin to a jeweler and had him
engrave it as you have seen. I put
the London P. O. box on, for London
is known the world around, and 1001
is and always has been my box,
whether in Australia or at home. No
sooner was the gold prepared than I
started it on its journeyings; for I
paid it to the very jeweler who marked
it. Now you may read the letters.”
“But,” said his triend, “how does it
come that you have the guinea now,
if yon parted with it twenty years ago
in Australia?”
“Ah,” replied the other, with a
emile, “that may he termed the sequel
to the story of the letters. Read those
and then 1 will add that also.”
The first was written upon heavy
paper, in Spanish with the following
translation attached:
H. S. M. Sloop of War, Mob. Infanta. 9th, 1889.
Melbourne, received
Respected Sir:—I have recently
an English gold piece which beirs the lol
lowing words: “Write P. O. Box 1001, Lon¬
don.” The same was paid to me some days
since bv a Malay fruit trader while we were
at Batavia, Java. Not observing the engrav¬
ing until the Malay had l"ft the ship I am
unable to state where he obtained the money.
We are about to leave for Barcelona, and
should I have opportunity (o visit Imndon
during my stay ashore I shall do myself the
honor to personally exhibit the wandering
guinea to Box 1001.
With great respect, I am, Sir,
Xavios Cardenza,
Lieut. H. S. M. N.
“This comes next,” said the Eng¬
lishman ; “you may wonder at its date,
and yet yon can probably imagine the
tragedy that intervenes;” and he
handed a rather dingy sheet to the
American.
The writing was coarse and un¬
formed but evidently in a man’s hand,
in the German language translated as
follows: S. A,
Pretoria, Transvaal,
JUDC litb, 1882.
I have in my possession a guinea, attache! a
to a piece ot gold chain, which I thi nk was
a watch chain. It is marked Write P. O.
Box 1001, London, and so I do. I have had
the coin some three months and received it
from a Namaqua native with whom I was
trading for ivory on the Molopo River. He
was a chief aud wore the thing around his
neck. We were together several days, and
when I saw the gold piece was a guinea I
was curious enough to ask him where be got
It He said one of his men look it in war
U on an Angra, or We3t Coast man. X pre-
Murray News
8PK1NG PLACE, GA., FRIDAY. MAY 7. 1897.
Often when X think of all those
Scenes my heart with sadness fl’-ls.
And regretful I recall those
Happy days among the hills;
Inspirations fair unnumbered
Smiled upon those hills seren e,
Many a dream of pleasure slumbered
In those peaceful valleys green.
What are fame and proud position
When the heart is ill at ease?
Where the good of high ambition
When compared to such as these?
Ever I recall in vain those
Rambles by the laughing rills,
And in my dreams I live again those
Happy days among the hills!
—M. M. Folsom, in Atlanta Constitution,
sumo that fellow got it from some wreck or
even from some (lead or dying sailor on the
shore. If the piece is of any particular value
as a keepsake I will send it to London upon
request. W rlt e me here.
Stein Hufeland,
The American . ... looked up.
“Poor Cardenza! Evidently htsship
was ant ^ the savages robbed his
body.”
The Englishman bowed,
“Whon I received this letter I made
search through the marine records, for
I was then a home, aud found that n
May, 1880, the Spanish s.oop.of war
« tou “ d wh ' eh rolls
coasfc , lu ll ?°, guinea J2
the will ever
out of curtesy, thanking him
and telling him where the com had
Blurted and how it had probaby
reached him and asking him not to
return it, but to set it on its travels
aguin in the regular course of business.
I had no reply to my letter aud doubt
whether the Boer ever received it.
Something more than a year later this
third chapter arrived.”
He hand-id the American a large,
square envelope of rough paper, bear¬
ing the strange postmark, “Irkutc,”
Mucker Sunt,” aud tho sheet within
was headed “Yakutsk.” The letter
was in English.
To the Unknown: Except to drink vodka,
attend Greek church aud gamble there re¬
mains nothing for a Ohrisiiun (?) to do in
this “heel of the world” but write. Two
days since, whi-n paying for some furs which
I had bought from Tunguse Indians, one of
them gave me in change an F.ngdsh guinea,
Happening to examine It later X discovered
engraved in small letters near tile head,
“Write P. O. Box 1001, London.” As an
American I have all a Yankee’s curiosity,
and therefore tun writing. X must insist,
however, upon a reply. My personal
knowledge of t ins coin begins only as stated;
but when I saw tho inscription X hunted up
the native and dragged from him by bribe and
irrigation all (list ne knew of the s.ime. Ho
had received it months boforo from a Rus¬
sian official, recently arrived from St. Peters¬
burg, whom he met on the Lena River.
Where that man got it is only to be con¬
jectured. I shall probably spend I would it, set be it
in motion again soon; but
pleased to hear why it bears this strange re¬
quest. 1 am a United States naval officer
sent to this far land by my Government to
aid in iho search for the crew of the lost
Jeanetie. Very John respectfully, M. Harlow.
The American laughed.
“Quite a characteristic letter. You
surely wrote Mr. Harlow?”
“Oh, yes,” replied tho other, “and
have still an epistolary acquaintance
with him, maintained in a desultory
manner ever since. He is now in
Washington, in your country, I think.
He has promised to visit me should he
ever get to England on leave. Of
course how the guiuea reached Russia
from South Africa I shall never know.
Here is tho fourth letter.”
“Lobeto, Lower Cal.,
Dec. 25, 1889.
“For a month I have anticipated the time
wh'-n X should be strong enough to write P.
O. Box 1001, London. Dear old, smoky,
foggy London! it you only knew how
strong is tbe love that wraps an Englisli
man’s heart about for his Gieat City, birth, espe¬
cially when far from the place of his
you will he able to estimate how such love
aud longing is increased when the English
:i ■■in lies for weeks on his back in a cot bed,
with a forty-caliber bole through one lung.
Ned— that’s my chum—says I have slept with
the ‘home guinea’ clasped in my hand night
after night. Well, I may have done so. it
is the first thing that has come direct from
dear oid England to me in three long years
and I doubt if ever X see anything so of near the
my beloved home again. I am one
ne’er-do-wells who has drifted up and down
the earth, never content, never at rest, until,
perchance, nut to rest as I have been, by au
enemy’s shot from behind a mesquite bush.
This little coin was paid me for gold dust
one wild night across the Gtllf in Guayamas,
Mexico, three months ago, and although
guineas don’t grow on trees in this blazing
desert, I have clung to it.
“Write me. Box 1001—write me for hu¬
manity’s sake! They tell me I’m going to
get well, but I know better. The catch at
my heart and the hole in my lung don’t mean
life, but something else. And perhaps it is
just as well. The world has not been the
better for me; it will not be much the worse
without me; but my sou! is hungry for a let¬
ter. A big yellow envelope, with my name in
round hand on the outside. My friends do
not know where I am, and if I am to die it
is better so. Even my dearest sister, who
never gave me up, ha3 lost me; for I have
been ashamed to tell her how low I ha l
fallen. But, Box 1001, you only know that
I nave your guinea, and you don’t know all
ray foolish and my evil deeds. Write me,
here; for I shall never go away.
‘Arthur Jameson.”
“Yea see how long a time had passed
since the third letter,” said the
lishman; “six years. I had all but
forgotton my golden wanderer when
this came; but you may know that I
wrote at onoo and at length to poor
Jameson, dying amid the horrible
wastes of Lower California. 1 even
wrote twice; but no answer came, and
I concluded that his course was run.
Sometimes I remembered the fellow,
pitying his loneliness if living; but as
time passed the recollection slowly
faded from my mind, when, two
years ago, the fifth and last of the
series came to hand. ”
The American took the letter. It
was written in a lady’s hand, post¬
marked “Cranbrook, Kent, England,”
dated May 10th, 1802, and ran as fol¬
lows :
“Dear Sir: Almost ten years ago ray
brother Arthur, then a boy of only seven¬
teen, ran away from home. For a time ha
used to write mo and I most gladly replied,
for he was my only brother, tour years older
than myself, and greatly loved. He was
never quite successful, but always hopeful;
and finally reached tho State ot California,
where I beard from him in the summer of
188". I wrote him as usual; but his replies
were few and far between, and after some
months ceased altogether. In 1888 our fath¬
er died, and I begged ray brother to come
home. I do not know il ho had my letter,
but, like all the rest, this sad one also re¬
mained unanswered. Sometimes I asked
upon the wrapper that the letter should be
returned if not delivered. A few came back,
while others did not appear, so that I was
therefore left in doubt and could not toll
whether mv dear one lived or not; nor, if
he lived, where. I writing, but not
“Alter 1889 gave up
hope; but until three days ago I have never
had word of Arthur nor known of his fate.
Only day before yesterday I received a box
from China addressed to me, containing all my
letters and some little keepsakes of my dear
brother. There was also a note from a friend
anti companion of his, Ned Bacon, whioh
told mo of my boy’s death in Lower Cali¬
fornia more than two years ago. reading tho
“X have been looking over and
old letters, nttd.dear Sir, I found two writien
bv von to Arthur when he was so ill, alter he
had told you that ho hail the marked guinea.
The coin itself was in tho chest, and l now
have it and would like much to Keep it as a
sacred memento of my poor brother. X have
written you all this be muse of your kind,
kind letters to the wanderer, and to thank
you from the bottom of my heart, both for
my mother aud myself, for your great sym¬
pathy and more than friendly words to our
boy. Even when you wrote him he was dy¬
ing, alone in a strange land.
“Tiie guinea is now at vest with me, un¬
less you desire it. Should you ever be in
gout my mother would be greatly pleased to
see you. warmest thanks
“Again, expressing our beloved I
for your kindness to our one, am,
very sincerely yours. Jessie Jameson,
The American returned the letter
to his friend.
“How strange it all. ie, or was,” said
he, in a thoughtful tone; “starting
from Australia the little coin was in
Africa, Siberia, North America, and,
finally, Eugland, within the twenty
years of its journoyiugs. But,” con¬
tinued he, with interest, “this lady,
Miss Jameson, desired to keep the
gold. Did she afterward give it to
you ?”
“Ah.” replied the host, smiling;
“that is the sequel to the story of the
letters, and, like many sequels, the
best part of it—Jessie is now iny
wife.”—New York Independent.
Dogs for Alaska.
Some time ago an Alaska trader
visited tbe city looking for dogs. He
spent several days hero, and left with
six lusty canines, which ho had pur¬
chased at very reasonable rates. He
said he wanted the dogs to take to
Alaska and make common carriers of
them, dogs being the only animals
that can stand the grief of a trip up
the Yukon, and be good for anything
when they get there. Eskimo dogs are,
of course, preferable for this purpose,
being intended by nature for such use,
but Eskimo dogs are scarce and expen¬
sive, so ordinary dogs are used to take
their places and answer very well. All
that is required is a long-haired dog,
big enough to haul his share of a
sledge and sufficiently young and in¬
telligent to be capable of learning the
business. Such dogs command a good
price, a fact which many men who are
now working extra hours for money to
feed household pets will be glad to
learn. There has been more or less
inquiry for dogs in Portland and the
cities of the Sound every spring. This
year, however, tbe development of the
miDes on the Yukon has taken so many
miners into the mining districts that
the demand for pack-animals is is greater likely
than ever, and the dog market St.
to be very brisk before long. Ber¬
nards and Newfoundlands are next to
Eskimo dogs probably best adapted to
use on sledges, being more intelligent
and better protected from cold than
other breeds. But setters and the
great variety of animals that are “just
dogs” will do very well if they are
large enough.—Portland Oregonian.
8’aug Out of Tune.
The new English primate, Dr. Tem¬
ple, once entered an East End church
while a mission service was being held,
and, standing iu a back pew, joined in
the singing of a Moody and Sankey
hymn. Next to him stood a working
man, wbo was singing lastly in tune.
The workingman stood the dissonance
long as he could, and then, nudg¬
ing the bishop, said, in a whisper:
“Here, dry up, mister; you’re spoil¬
ing the show 1”—San Francisco Wave.
Inconsistencies of Peace.
A Caribou (Me.) man who passed
through the Civil War without receiv¬
ing a scratch lost an eye recently
while working in the woods from the
J snapping of a twig, and naturally con
sidered it hard luck.—Pittsburg Dis
patch.
POPULAR SCIEiXCK.
Each salmon produces about 20,»
000,000 eggs.
It is said that the Greenland whale
sometimes attains the age of 403
years.
The horse, when browsing, is guid¬
ed entirely by tbe nostrils in the
choice of proper food, mid blind horses
are never known to make mistakes in
their diet.
The cries of sea birds, especially sea
guils, are very valuable as fog signals.
The birds cluster on the cliffs and
coast, and their cries warn boatmen
that tboy are near the land.
Plants that grow near the sea have
thicker 'leaves than those growing in¬
land. Apparently the sea salt is the
cause of this phenomenon, as plants
cultivated in artificially salted soil
yield thicker leaves.
For use as a fire extinguisher and
alarm a quick fuse runs around the
room and ends in the bottom of a
water tank, where a quantity of explo¬
sives are stored, the explosion giving
the alarm and breaking the tank so
the water flows out.
Statistics of life insurance com¬
panies show that in the last twenty
five years the average woman’s lit'o has
increased from about forty-two to
fifty-six years, or more than eight per
cent. In tho same period man’s life
on the average has increased in length
five petf cent.
It ha3 been pointed out by a natur¬
alist that the irregular shapes of trees,
their “anyhowness,”if we may use the
word, fulfils a most important purpose.
When a gale is blowing the branches
will be seen to sway in all directions,
and their movements tend to balance
each other. Did they all swing to¬
gether, the oscillations would,either
uproot the tree or despoil it of its
brunches.
The rapid rise of the land about
Hudson Hay is said to be tho most re¬
markable gradual upheaval of an ex
lensive region ever known. Driftwood
covered beaches are now twenty or
sixty or seventy feet above the water,
new islands have appeared, and many
chanels and all the old harbors have
become too shallow for ships. At the
present rate this shallow bay will dis¬
appear in a few centuries, adding a
vast area of dry land or salt marsh to
British territory in America.
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Lighthouse Improvements.
An article about lighthouses, enti¬
tled “The Lights that Guide in the
Night,” is contributed by Lieutenant
John M. Ellieott to St. Nicholas. After
telling of the growth in the number of
lighthouses, Lieutenant Ellieott of lighting says :
Meanwhile the means
was being steadily improved. The
open fire gavo place to the oil lamp;
then a curved mirror, called a para¬
bolic mirror, was plated behind tbe
lamp to bring the rays together ; next,
many lamps with mirrors were grouped
about a central spindle and some such
lights are still in operation. The
greatest stride came when an arrange¬
ment of lenses, known as tho Eresnel
lens, in front of a lamp replaced the
mirror behind it. This lens was rapidly
improved for lighthouse purposes,
until now a cylindrical glass house
surrounds the lamp flame. The house
has lens shaped walls whioh bend all
the rays to form a horizontal zone of
strong” light which pierces the darkness
to a great distance.
The rapid increase in the number of
lighthouses has made it necessary to
have some means of telling one from
another, or, as it is termed, of giving
to each light its “characteristic.”
Coloring the glass made the light dim¬
mer, but as red comes most nearly to
white in brightness, some lights have
red lenses. The latest and best plan,
however, is to set upright prisms at
intervals m a circular framework
around the lens, and to revolve this
frame by clockwork. Thus the light
iB made to flash every time a prism
passes between it and an observer. By
changing the number and places of
the prisms, or the speed of the clock¬
work, the flashes for any one light can
be made to occur at intervals of so
many seconds for that light. Putting
in red prisms gives still other changes.
Thus each light has its ‘ ‘characteristic, ”
and this is written down in signs on
the charts, and fully stated in the light
lists carried by vessels. Thus, on a
chart you may note that the light you
want to sight is marked “F. W., v. YV.
FI., 10 sec.,” which means that it is
“fixed white varied by white flashes
every ten seconds.” When a light is
sighted you see if those are its charac¬
teristics ; and, if so, you have found
the right one.
Thrifty to the Last.
An old Lancashire miller, noted for
his keenness in mutters financial, was
once in a boat trying his best to get
across tbe stream which drove his mill.
The stream was flooded, and he was
taken past the point at which he
wanted to land; while, farther od,
misfortune still further overtook him,
to the extent that the boat got upset.
His wife, realizing tbe danger he was
in, ran frantically along the side of
the stream, crying for help in a piti¬
ful voice; when, to her sheer amaze¬
ment, she was suddenly brought to a
standstill by her husband yelling out:
“If I’m drowned, Molly, dunnot for¬
get that flour’s gone up two shillin’ a
sackTit-Bits.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
A friend is most a friend of whom
the beat remains to learn.
“The foolish and the dead alofie
never change their opinion,” once said
Abraham Lincoln.
There is hope for the man who
doesn’t have to fall down more than
ouce to learn how to stand up.
Everywhere and always a man’s
worth must be gauged to some extent,
though only in part by his domes¬
ticity.
The most exquisite times in most
people’s lives are those when they are
(perhaps unconsciously) expecting
something.
The intellectual worker should have
at least two seasons of complete rest
every year. The freshness of his work
will soon show the advantage of fol¬
lowing such a course.
The love of God does not consist in
shodding tears, nor in experiencing
sweetness and tenderness of heart, but
in truly serving God in justice,
strength and humility.
It is interesting to notice how often
a man becomes that which his friends
or society expects him to be. He will
rarely disappoint us when we show
him that we have faith in him, and
anticipate good results; and this fact
is full of suggestion to those who seek
opportunities for doing good.
A golden rule which will often save
u« from petty worries is to strive reso¬
lutely to allow only our own conduct
to affect our mental condition, to rest
satisfied with doing our very best,
and, having (tone this, to disregard as
fftr as possible the failure of others to
attain our own particular standard.
If you wish to be miserable, you
must think about yourself, about what
you want., what you like, what respect
people ought to pay you, and then to
you nothing will be pure. You will
spoil everything you touch, you will
make sin and misery for yourself out
of everything which God sends you ;
you will be as wretched as you choose.
Accepting gratefully the many ben¬
efits it freely gives, an honorable man
will feel himself bound to do what he
can for the world’s welfare, to leave it
better off in some respect, at least, for
his having lived in it. The whole
past progress of mankind has been
thus brought about, and future prog¬
ress must depend upon the same
moans;
Regarding a “Close” Shave.
“What makes my face so dry and
dusty?” asked a man in one of the
chairs at the hotel barber shop.
“You shave too close,” replied the
barber. “You get down under the
skin and irritate it.”
“Well, I have to shave close. I
don’t want to bother with shaving
every day, so I get a shave every
other day, and then get a good, close
one.”
“There’s no need of that,” replied
the barber. “There isn’t so much dif¬
ference between a single going-over
and a very close shave. After the
razor has been over your face once you
can still feel a fine stubble. By a sec¬
ond or third scraping you can get the
face feeling perfectly smooth, but in
three hours’ time the beard has grown
out to where it was after the first go¬
ing-over. What I mean is that you
save only about three hours by getting
what we call a “close” shave, aud for
a man who shaves every other day,
that isn’t much of an advantage. Be¬
sides, it irritates tho face and is liable
to make the skin hard and scaly. A
man who shaves himself simply goes
over his face once, but in a barber
shop the customer thinks he is not
getting the worth of his money unless
the barber scrapes for about ten min¬
utes to get rid of that extra three
hours’ growth of beard.”—Chicago
Tribune.
Hardships of African Travel.
“NewConditions in Central Africa,”
is the title of a paper in the Century,
made up from the journals of the late
E. J. Glave, who crossed Africa to in¬
vestigate the slave trade in the inter¬
ests of that magazine. At one place on
Lake Tanganyika Glave writes: “My
men are tired, footsore and hungry,
and some sick, and I myself have a
very sore heel; a day’s rest is desira¬
ble for everybody. My sick men are
suffering from sore heads and maimed
feet. They got their stomachs full of
mtama flour and fish to-day, and have
been standing on their heads and
dancing. There is no better remedy
for African ailments than a full belly.
African travelers nearly always have
crow’s feet sprawling from the outside
corners of the eyes, which should be
credited to the constant blinking
caused by the sun’s rays, and by the
long grass drooping over trails in the
wet season, the sharp-pointed blades
cutting, spatting and flicking one’s
face.”
Population of the Globe.
The latest estimate of the popula¬
tion of the globe is that made by M.
D’Amfreville, who places it at 1,479,-
729,000. The number of inhabitants
per square mile in Asia is forty-eight;
in Africa, fifteen; in America, eight; ia
Oceanica and the polar regions, three,
and in Australia, one. The yearly in¬
crease of the population of the earth
is about five to every 1000. At this
rate the population of the globe will
double every 138 years.
NO. 37.
LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.
Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As spring revives the year,
And hails us with the cuckoo song,
To show that she is here;
So long as May of April takes,
In smiles and tears, farewell,
And wildflowers dapple all the brakes,
And primroses the dell;
While ohildren in the woodlands yet
Adorn their little laps
With ladysmock and violet,
And daisy-chain their caps;
While over orchard daffodils
Cloud-shadows float and fleet,
And ousel pipes and laverock trills,
And young lambs buck and bleat;
So long as that which bursts the bud
And swells and tUDes the rill
Makes springtime in the maiden’s blood
Life is worth living still.
InD —Alfred Austin.
PITH POINT.
“Why were yer fired?” “Loaded.”
—Life.
We all have our trials and some of
ns insist ou reporting them in fall.—
Puok.
The man who rides a hobby, thinks
nobody else is making any headway.
—Ram’s Horn.
“By the Powers!” is the favorite
objurgation in the Island of Crete just
now.—Boston Transcript.
A man is happiest when he is giving
a woman advice on a subject of which
he knows nothing.—Life.
’T is frequent that the crew of a bi¬
cycle built for two does not get along
well together.—Adams Freeman.
Amy—“Mabel, do you ever think
about marriage?” Mabel—“Think is
no name for it. I worry. ’’--Harlem
Life.
The world is full of people Whose
chief delight seems to be in giving de¬
tailed explanations of things about
which they know nothing.—Puck.
Jasper—“Oratory is a lost art.”
Jumpuppe—“Almost. A man can't
roll out the world in the old way.now¬
adays without endangering his false
teeth.”—Truth.
“What became of that Samuels girl
that Pottersby was flirting with last
summer?” “Yon mean the girl that
Pottersby thought he was flirting with.
She married him.”—Tit-Bits.
Grummer—“I broke a, mirror the
other day.” Gilleland—“Do you con¬
sider that an omen of bad luck?”
Crummer-—“I do. It cost me twenty
five dollars to replace it.”—Truth.
Crummer—“Do you think there is
any danger of a revolution in France?”
Gilleland—“Well, I shouldn’t be snr
prised if those bloodless duels disgusted
the people into having one. ”—Truth.
Archibald—*‘3ome astronomers say
that Mars is signalling some other
planet.” Mary—“Maybe that is show why
Saturn has her ring of light—to
that she’s engaged.”—Harper’s Bazar.
Weary Waller—“Do you believe in
working *for a meal when yon are
starving?” Ragged KafHes—“When a
man is in extremities he may do any¬
thing without being blamed.”—
Truth.
A Western rural paper, giving a list
of the presents received by the newly
married couple, states that “from
Aunt Jane” was received a card-board
and crewel motto, “Eight on, fight
ever.”—Harper’s Bazar.
Miss Towney (in search of the idyl¬
lic, at last meets a real live shepherd)—
“Pray, tell me, gentle shepherd,where Shepherd—
is thy pipe?” The Gentle
“I left it ot oome, mum, ’cause I ain't
got no ’baeoy. ”—Tid-Bits.
“If I’m not home by 11, Bessie,”
said a husband to his better and big¬
ger half, “don’t wait for me.” •That
I won’t,” said Bessie, significantly.
“But I’ll come for you.” Household He was
punctual, as usual. —
Words,
Dr. Eade—“There’s nothing serious
the matter with Patsy, Mrs. Mulcahey.
1 think a little soap and water will do
him as much good as anything.” Mrs.
Mulcahey—“Yis, docther; an’will Oi
give it t’ him befoor or afther his
males?”—Judge,
The Japanese Spaniel,
The most valuable of small dogs is
the Japanese spaniel. A dog a worth year
old, weighing 3} pounds, is
$200. The dogs seldom weigh less
than 3i pounds, but as they decrease
in weight they increase in value, A
three-pound spaniel is worth much
more than one weighing 3J pounds,
and one weighing 24 or 2£ pounds
very much more. Japanese spaniels
have been sold for as much as $500.
There are larger Japanese spaniels
that are not imported and have no
special value; the small dogs are very
rare and their rarity doubtless adds
considerably to their value, but they
are highly prized otherwise. They
are good-natured and lively little
creatures. Their markings are black
and white, and white and yellow, and
some dogs are marked with all three
colors. The Japanese spaniel lives
about three years.—New York Sun.
A Forest on Ice.
One of the largest forests in the
world stands on ice. It is situate be¬
tween Ural and tbe Okhotsk sea. A well
was recently dug in this region, when
it was found that a depth of 340 feet
the ground wee still frozen.