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hews.
nnkiigl 10 '* out of peanuts
kilims' great numbers of
tll i3 Texas.
< - depart*of phosphate have been
^ 0 f and Pender coun
«e p jp in
***** in
.-> ,lje 11 The number of post
'^Ssed forty P er cent, since
piohtv-foiu’ cigar factories
ieare all hands constantly
W- works in Augusta coun
’ «elain enceil operations, and
[ jjve comm made are turned
Ujige q u »atiti es -
jnffitli has about spoiled the
^ Carolina. The up
w rop Jea °| 5 Estimated still at less. three-fourths,
Island at
m is negotiating for
!Lse company Magruder mine in
■fyliicli of the
is very rich in copper,
ale girl in North Carolina was
£ a hornet twenty-hours. just under the eye,
W within
are many parts of
« of guavas are greater
L fig t he crops Beingapensh
people can use.
L jt can not be shipped.
Affirm in Gates county, N. C., owns
' 3 ;] eg of narrow-gauge railway,
Lg five of business its saw-mills. in the State. It is the
. lumber
the death of Tom Thumb, Gen.
jjTvver, of Key West, Florida,
be the smallest dwarf m the
,5 to inches high,
j being thirty-two
rears of age and weighing only
..seven pounds.
[report from Castleburg, Ala., says:
timber and the turpentine busi
dare both been dull the greater
tof this season, The saw-mills have
uplete vacation. Turpentine is fifty
( ent. lower than last year.”
e Georgia match factory buildings
La bile are about finished and C.
ifleck, the principal owner, is in the
cities and Canada shipping the
timerr.
jjth Carolina has two of the largest
psils east of the Rocky mountains.
,'grapes raised are coming State. into great
ml even outside of the
Be Louisiana Homestead and Aid
■nation Enchase have taken in hand a project
400 or 500 acres of land near
E Orleans for establishing a home for
I; 800 old and infirm negroes in the
I. of Louisiana, who are reported as
P ia great want.
lie citizens of Rome, Ga., are indig
| at the advance in the premium on
Id insurance in that city and claim
It with Rome’s unsurpassed water
fcs and well equipped and dauntless
I department the rate ought not to be
ligh as two per cent.
Boney is plentiful in Smyrna, Fla.
u Oleson has extracted over forty
pels of choice honey, and was corn
led to stop for want of barrels, and is
I gathering it in neat one-pound see¬
ps. R. S. Sheldon comes next, while
I neighbor, Dr. Goodwin, has been
pudding up his apiaiy for the corn
season.
feporta from the cotton iu the Nash
le district, including Middle Tennes
I, a portion of West Tennessee and
til: Alabama, show a larger aggregate
id than last year’s crop.
Dispatches to the New Orleans Times
tnocrat from all sections of the cotton
tshow considerable falling off in crop
spects compared with last year, ex¬
it iu Tennessee and some portions of
as, caused by drouth, caterpillars and
! worms. The decrease is estimated
lome places at thirty-three and one
id percent.} Many reports from Texas
J show a falling off in the outlook.
1 cora crop is also reported considera-
1 damaged by drouth.
1 of Hell Hole Swamp, contain-
17,00 acres, has been bought by Mr.
■ Remfry, who resides at High Point,
C-, as the representative of a compa
[ moners of Eag&sh capitalists. The Com¬
of the South Carolina Sinking
[ d Me receive for the tract $10,000,
ruble in three anuuel installments. It
[take about $100,000 to drain the wa
Lom this swamp, and its sale is re
F ed aa a good one for the State.
1 stampede of Texas cattle created
a
Monday in the streets of New Or
t-ho police force and the entire
u tumed out to head them off. Af
j wo mules, two horses and several
vrere l. badly gored the cattle were
ne( It is estimated that there
not over twenty steers in the stam
’ Jet they scattered over the city
' g doubled up on their track so
that one would have thought that
*ere hundreds of the wild crea,
at large.
Nungfon c. Kerr, State Geologist
E? 1 Carolina, says the whole State is
r. “dapted to the culture of grapes
U e Ean ufacture of wine. The proof
P ! 3 ' ® 1B C that a considerable num
| P e3 t American grapes originat-
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VOLUME VI.
ed within its territory, suc-h as the Ca¬
tawba, Lincoln, Isabella, Scuppernong,
etc.; second, the testimony of the best
observers and growers of the Ohio Val¬
ley, and of the whole country, and third
and chiefly, the success of the few intelli
gent experiments that have been made.
And this opinion is confirmed by the
considerations of climate, which are de
monstrably known to control this indus
try. In the remarks on climate it wa
shown that the larger portion of thi
State corresponds, in this important re¬
spect, to Middle and Northern Italy, and
to Middle and Southern France.
A General and His Men.
General Cler, promoted for his valor
in the affair of the Sapun redoubt, bu'
still commanding his zouaves, distin¬
guished himself in the battle of Traktir.
In their crushing charge he advanced
too far, and would have been killed or
taken prisoner if there had been any
rally desperate by the Russians. His men made
a ranks and brought plunge into the enemy’s
him back in triumph.
One of their buglers was then ordered
by General Cler to sound the retreat.
At the moment when he put his bugle
to his mouth a round shot broke his
right arm. With his left hand he quick¬
ly picked up his instrument, which had
fallen, and sounded the retreat.
“Well done, my brave boy!” said
General Cler.
“Ah, General,” replied the bugler,
“is it not lucky that it was not the vio¬
lin which I had to play?” the Sapun redoubt,
At the attack of
when he could not keep back his zouaves,
he had called out to them:
“My children, if you will not be good,
I sh all never again lead you into action.”
He praised them after the battle of
Traktir for charging to bring him out of
the crowd of enemies.
“My General,” answered one of them,
“if you will not be good we shall never
again follow you into action.”
He laughed heartily at occasion. this retort Those to
his threat on a previous French
terms existing between and their seemed com¬
manding officers British officers, but men their
strange to re¬
spective duties were not the worse ful¬
filled on that account.— Temple Bar.
Barb-Wire for Fences.
For many years the manufacture of
barb-wire for fences has been controlled
by one firm. Favored by its wealth and
enterprise, it grained possession of more
than one hundred different patents cover¬
ing the making of this article and has
reaped a handsome profit in royalties by
selling the privilege of using these
patents. Some idea of the importance
of this manufacture may be gained hundred from
the fact that upward of twelve
miles of wire are made daily. In some
of the Western States, where timber is
scarce, wire is almost wholly used, and
the laws even compel a man to surround
his land with such a fence, prescribing
the height and the number of strands.
Unluckily for the continuance of this
monopoly, its conditions have been
abused, and this has raised a strong
feeling against it among farmers who
use the wire and manufacturers who are
forced to pay the royalty. These latter
have combined their forces and are de¬
manding a reduction of at least one-half
iii the royalty, and are likely to obtain
it. There is* however, no reason to be¬
lieve that this will result in any benefit
to the farmer, to whom the fencing has
been sold at higher prices than were de¬
manded of the foreign of consumer. TUfced States
A recent decision the
Circuit Court has struck a Miw i at this
monopoly, and under it any one has the
right to manufacture the wire and also
the machinery used in making it. II
mills spring np prices must come down,
and then the farmer, too, will gain his
point. ____ _____
life in Utah.
A woman, writing from Salt Lake city,
the Mormon friend, capital, the says: wife of of
“I have a a man
wealth, who carries cruel scars upon
her wrists as a momento of the time
when she and her husband, for the crime
of refusing to pay their tithing, were
bound with thongs that cut deep into the
flesh, while their house was priesthood. plundered I
by the emissaries of the
have another friend who is crippled, half
blind and prematurely old, in conse
quence of the punishment meted out to
her because she would not obey the
Gospel; that is to say, because when her
husband took a second wife she not house only
refused to go to the endowment
and give away the bride, but actually
barred the doors of her home against the
uewly wedded pair and compelled them
to seek lo dgings elsewhere."
__
Fob a Day.—M r. Justice Monle sen¬
tenced a rural prisoner in England, in
the following words: •‘Prisoner at the
bar, your counsel thinks you innocent,
the counsel for the prosecution thinks
you innocent, I think you innocent.
But a jury of your own countrymen, m
the exercise of such common sense as
they possess, which does not seem to be
much, have found you ‘guilty, and it
remains that I should pass on you the
sentence of the law. That is, that you
be kept imprisoned one day, and as that
day was yesterday, you may go about
business, ”
your
Tits Czar allowed a gratuity, of $100
to each reporter at Moscow for carriage
Idre This looks liberal; but in a day
or two Jailing he will fine a journalist $1,000
£on for him a tyrant, and get all his
;
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CON YERS, GA.. SEPTEMBER 7, 18S3.
WHEN THE SEA GIVES UP
HER DEAD.
They tell ns with a quiet voice
Of perfect faith and hope and trust,
That on the day when Christ shail come
To bid His chosen ones rejoice,
To breathe new life in death’s dark dust,
To give new speech where death struck dumb,
From out the sad sea's restless bed
Shall rise once more the hidden dead,
They tell ns this with upraised eves,
That gaze beyond the present’s woe,
And whisper of a heaven and God,
Draw pictures of star laden skies,
Where angels wander to and fro.
When those now ’neath the churchyard sod
Will rise from out their dreary bed,
The day the sea gives up her dead.
Yet will they rise once more the past,
Or give me back the faith that died,
Or breathe new breath in love’s dead breast ?
What for the love that did not last?
What for the days, when side by side
We wandered on, nor thought of rest,
Will these arise and leave their bed
The day the sea gives up her dead?
Oh, nevermore! dead joy is dead,
The sunshine dead ne’er smiles again.
’Tis evening gathers on the shore,
Our kiss was kissed, our words were said.
Naught lasts for e’er save sin and pain,
Love dead ig dead for evermore.
Silent he lies in his cold bed.
Though all life’s seas give up their dead!
THE BATTLE OF ARDMORE.
BEING A GRAPHIC ACCOUNT OP A FIERCE
DOMESTIC WAR.
The sunshine never kissed a lovelier
day nor blessed a fairer scene. All the
land, and the sky and the clouds were
clad in the beanty of June. The lanes
were fringed with emerald ; the round¬
eyed daisies peeped out from the billowy
lieids of grass, and daintier wild flowers
of the woods nestled like gems in the
velvet moss. Down in the meadows the
buttercups gleamed like soft buttons of gold.
Over the low hills the winds whis¬
pered to the leaves about other sum¬
and down the
woods the little brook laughed and sung
and babbled like a child playing by it¬
self. Here and there a cottage nestled
among the trees. The distant calls of
children came rippling across the fields. ancl
The long road wound away, yellow
quiet, until it turned out of sight beyond
the little church with its snowy walls
and slender spire. peaceful all world
How quiet and the
lay before the window of my prison that
day in June > Far away the note of
a meadow-lark came, and* was heard no
more. Now and then the whistle of a
robin; at times the twitter of a blue¬
bird. It was such an afternoon as you
would wish to endure forever. White
winged peace smiled in the sunshine,
and sang with the zephyrs and the
brook, and the far-away calls and
scarcely heard laughter of the children
playing somewhere unseen. Its music
is the crown of the lays’ beanty and
tranquility.
THE BTJGLE CALL.
Clear, mellow, distant, four or five
notes of a bugle ring out over the low
hills, and come echoing down the forest
aisles. How my heart leaped at the
sound of the bugle call! How my blood
went surging through my veins like a
tide of lava ! Out of my prison In window flut¬
I look with straining eyes. the
tering leaves I can see no glitter of bay¬
onets. I listen, but down the road or
across the meadow I can hear not the
ramble of a battery hurrying into posi¬
tion. How silent is all this ! And yet
not ailent enough. I want the wind to
hush, and the leaves to keep still, and
the brook to stifle its babble and laugh¬
ter. I am listening for a foot-fall, the
erackling of a twig:, the muffled tramp of
a column of men stealing through the
woods under leafy cover. I am listening
for the neigh of a horse, a clatter, of
rythmic hoof-beats, a ringing carbine
shot. Peering out of the window of my
lonely cell, I am listening—ever since
that first bugle-call came winding over
the hill I have been listening—forsterner
music than the robin’s note and the
wood brook’s murmur.
“March!”
There it is at last? I can see nothing
from this window. The voice comes
like a far-away echo of the bugle—a boy¬
ish voice, softened into music by the day
and the distance. I picture to myself
the fair haired Lieutenant who com¬
mands the skirmishers. All those days
made men of the hoys; the school-boy
fought beside the veteran, and the Ad¬
jutant of 20 messed with the Colonel of
40 Will the line never come in my
sight? “Halt!”
Silence again, and once more the bu
gle calls down the unseen line. Now I
can hear the tramp of feet amid all the
terrible hush of preparation. All about
me the tide of battle will sweep, save
only where I can see it; and I-—penned
in this prison like a caged rat, with ring¬
ing bugle and clanking saber calling me
out, shouting my name in words that
bum and ring and ring again—and I am
here.
THE MARCHING HOSTS.
“March!”
Away off the tap of a drum, the flam,
flam, flam, cadencing the step of the
marching column. Nearer it comes, and
further away it sweeps, faints into quiet
Tramp, tramp, tramp. Muffled, yet
iistinct, and stepping nearer with every
foot-fall. “There they come? shouts
<ome one. I hold my breath; I press
my hand to my heart and wait for the
first shot from the skirmishers.
“Ready!” it
The click of a musket so close seems
in the room where I am. Gods! I lis¬
ten for the sound of the boyish voice
again. It seems to me, in my excited
condition, there is a childish treble to it.
I wonder if—
“Fire !”
Row the cheers, pealing up in waves
of sound, (frowned the crash I was listen¬
ing for ! Again the boyish voice calls,
“Fire!” and again the shrill cheers fol¬
low. They hush as the bugle-notes
come pealing down the line again. I
hear the wheels as a battery is hurrying
forward. I hear a drum heat. I hear
the tramp of hurrying feet. Some one
is calling for “the flag.” Once I heard
—so close the tide of battle swept to my
prison—a saber spring from its scab¬
bard with an angry sweep. And all this
time I could only see the goiden and sun¬ the
shine—only the fluttering leaves
playing shadows lengthening into the
waning day; and floating in at my win¬
dow came the mellow whistle of the
robin.
The cheers are fainter now, as the
shadows grow longer. The robin’s note
has ceased. Mellow, clear, and beauti¬
fully imperious as ever, the bugle calls
again. A pall of silence falls upon the
clamor and din of the battle. I try the
door of my prison. It yields with to noise¬ my
touch. Down a stairway, a
less tread, 1 hasten. 1 step through a
curtained door. I stand on the field
where the waves of contention have
thundered and dashed. The level rays
of the setting sun drift over the helpless
figures stretched, about me like a bless¬
ing upon the dead.
At my feet the overturned cannon lies.
There are its shattered wheels. Lying
across the brazen muzzle, “his back to
the field and his feet to the foe,” is
stretched an artillery sergeant, still
grasping the broken saber in his nerve¬
less hand. Here is a group of infantry
soldiers; they will never stand upon their
feet again. Here is a trooper; headless
he lies under the horse that, with two
legs torn away, has fallen upon him.
THE DEAD.
A little drummer-boy—how came such
a child here where the fierce maelstrom
of war circled and eddied in fire and car¬
nage. and fury ?—lies by his drum. I
bend above him, and in face and form
there is nothing human left. Red are
the stains about it, and the broken little
hand hangs stiff and rigid on is the edge
of the shattered drum. It terrible.
Here, ghastly and horrible, lies a head,
the blue cap with its scarlet and white
pompon still resting jauntily over the
brow; but nowhere can I see the sol¬
dier’s bedy. Here is a saber bent and
twisted in the fury of hand-to-hand com¬
bat. I walk among the headless trunks,
arms and legs without bodies, crippled stand
horses lie prone on their sides, or
wearily, and with dumb patience, upon
three legs. I tread carefully bodies over and
around the broken, shattered of
the fallen men. Here is the flag, tat¬
tered and unfurled, just as it dropped
from the hands of the sergeant; here an
epaulet, glittering in crimson and gold;
here is tUe gilded belt of a General; here,
marred, bent and dented, lies the bugle
whose silver voice called into play this
wreck and carnage, And here, away
off on the edge of the field, away where
just the spray of this angry sea of strife
could have reached, my foot almost falls
on a child lying prostrate, half turned
on her face.' The dainty feet peep out
of a cloud of silk and lace; the tangled
hair of gold, a skein of sunshine, half
Rides the brow and cheek. There is no
sign of life in the beautiful face. Killed
l»y tfle terror and fear born of the battle?
f bend to lift the little form, and the arm
upon which I thought the child was
lying is gone; a horrible gash reaches
from the temple to the base of the brain,
and the left eye is crushed in its socket.
The child—the dear, sweet little girl:
somebody's darling, fair sacrifice to the
hideous Moloch of war. how could—
“Robbie! ” I hear the voice of her lit¬
tle serene highness. “Robbie! come,
now, and pick up yonr tops, dear.
You’ve left yonr dolly and all your soldiers
scattered about over the floor, so that
papa can scarcely walk across the room.
And somebody has stepped on poor lit¬
tle Bessie's head. I'm afraid sne’ll have
to go to the surgical institute.”
A patter of flying feet, and the blue¬
eyed commander of the troops, aged 6,
comes charging into the room, and, re¬
solving himself into an ambulance corps,
collects the dead and wounded with both
hands, scoops them into a big box, ex
amines the fracture in the wounded
dolly’s head for saw-dust, and appeal's
surprised to find the skull lined with a
hole. hear ’e
“Papa!” he cries “did you
battle zis appemoon ?”
“Yes, Major, I beard it.”
“We fighted awful,” the Major broked says,
“an’ I fell down on my drum and
my cannon, but grampa will get me
anuzzerone.”— Robert J. Burdette.
Saved By a “Madstonfe.”
William Pyle, T boox 7 agent , residing ...
a
with his wife and two children at Dela
ware, Ohio, was bitten by a mad dog on
Saturday hist. He was soon ter taken
with hydrophobia and was kept under
control only by the use of strong opiates.
Sunday he grew worse rapidly, and it
was feared he would cue. Monday a
madstone was applied. This peculiar of
stone was fouud in the possession a
man named Lepp, whose father brought
it from Virginia lead-color seventy and years shaped ago.
The stone is of a is afflicted
like a honey comb. It gave tlie
man instant relief. The attending phy
sicians, while placing very little conh
dence in the efficacy of the madstone,
mau’^recovery Gle ^ Str ° nS ^
the
NUMBER 24.
A GOOD WAY TO LIVE.
The Nation nt l’enre ancl a Prayer that It
91a; Remain so
“Our Duty in the Cause of Interna¬
tional Peace" was the subject of an ad¬
dress by Gen. Francis A. Walker at
Smith College, Northampton, Mass. It
closed as follows;
“Let ns remain as we are, without
weapons of offence or defence. Let our
title be the ‘Unarmed Nation. ’ For one,
while respecting the sentiment of those
high officers of army and navy and those
members of congressional committees
who feel themselves responsible for the
defensive condition of the country, and
while entertaining no strong antipathy
to the building of a few fast cruisers, to
cany our flag upon the seas, I trust
never to see a floating castle, with a
tw r enty-four inch plate and one hundred
ton guns, built for the service of the
United States. It is, I confess, a new
thought to me, and it may appear to
many of you, on the first hearing, unusual
and vain; yet as I have earnestly pon¬
dered this subject during the last few
months it has grown to my view increas¬
ingly clear that, first, the example of the
United States as an unarmed nation, and
secondly, the forces of its industrial
competition, with the vast advantages
which immunity from conscription and
armament will give to the people of this
country, as to the production and distri¬
bution of wealth, are to become power¬
ful agents in breaking up the war sys¬
tem of the world. Already this contem¬
plation of our happier lot is drawing the
more prosperous and adventurous of the
inhabitants of Europe, a million a year,
to ourselves. Must not the time soon
come when increasing intelligence and
strengthening self-confidence on the part
of the people from will lead conscription them to and demand
that freedom war
taxes be not conditioned upon expatria¬
tion? Be sure the demand will be made.
Be sure when the demand is made in
earnest the statesmen of Europe will find
a way to abate and in time to abolish the
war system. Will it be long possible
for the nations of Europe, unless they
can rid themselves of this incubus, to
withstand that competition, as we grow
in numbers and pioductive power, and
as the facilities of communication and
transportation are multiplied and per¬
fected? I cannot think so. When we
have become a hundred millions, when
our agricultural production has increased
twofold, when our manufacturing all pro¬
duction has increased fourfold, of
which will eome to pass in thirty years,
with the improvements in transit and
traffic reasonably to be anticipated with¬
in the same period, can the effect of our
competition be less than to compel the
statesmen of Europe to release their
people’s shackles and the burdens which
conscription and almost universal arma¬
ment impose upon them ? And if indeed
America shall then contribute to the
downfall of the war system, will it not
prove the greatest of the blessings which
the new world has conferred upon the
old?”
Facts Worth Knowing.
That salt fish are quickest and best
freshened by soaking in sour milk.
The cold rain-water and soap will re¬
move machine grease from washing
fabrics.
That fish may be scaled much easier by
first dipping them into boiling water for
a minute.
That fresh meat beginning doors to in sour the
will sweeten if placed out of
cool air overnight. much improved
That boiling staroh ia salt,
by the addition of sperm or or a
little gum arabic, dissolved.
That a tablespoonfol of terpentine, will
boiled with your white clothes,
greatly aid the whitening prooess.
That kerosene will soften boots and
shoes that have been hardened by
water, and will render them pliable and
new.
That clear boiling water will remove
tea stains: pour the water through the
stain, and thus prevent it spreading over
the fabric.
That salt will curdle new milk; hence,
in preparing milk porridge, gravies, until etc; the
the salt should not be added
dish is prepared. will make tea-ket
That kerosene yonr
tie as bright as new. Saturate a woolen
rag and rub with it. It will also remove
stains from the clean varnished furni¬
ture.
A Personal Tax.
In New York city the late Mosee
Taylor paid a larger personal tax than
any other person iu the city. He paid
on an assessed personal valuati"U of
$1,300,000, which is the sum assessed
to his widow. W. II. Vanderbilt swore off
ail his personal tax. but afterward came
to die tax office and said that to satisfy
pf,.v “rmblic clamor” he would voluntarily
a personal tax on a vuluation of
uiOOO.OOO. Jay Gould pays on only
5100,000. The James Lenox estate pays
lM1 $1 (po.OOO pusomd, the As tors on
*. '|Pqqq’qq :j n 0( j q u0 ’ iq,*. £ jj. T* Morgan on
0 a. Stewart on
«500 000 and Miss Catherine L. Wolfe
on jmqq ooq. There is a decrease each
’ f who
^ , m tte nun)t , er (l persons pay
xeg Last year only 11,060 person-,
. ( on personal estate and the number
pro bably be leas this year. In 1880
,j 18 number was 14.764.
-*•—
Revenge.—G unns got his
name ‘, in the London newspapers by
ilL n ij beeifinto al .jt v 0 f offense. He threw
a of o -■ ™ the room with an an
e<J tUe door aU(i ie{t
1 the officer to be stung.
WIT AM) WISDOM.
When a man can make right out of
wrong he will be able to breed colts from
horse chestnuts.
It is the Mobile Register which sen¬
sibly thinks that if there was no news¬
paper notice of duels, duelling would
come to an end.
The “assisted” emigrant is one that is
sent to this country as a pauper, with
passage paid. The “assisted” tramp
is one that is urged out of your yard
with a boot.
Thebe are only two classes of unmar¬
ried women in' society, “scrawny old
learn maids” this and young “chits of girls.” You de¬
by hearing each of these
scribe the other.
A New Jersey young man, who tackled
Professor Sullivan in a friendly bout,
now wears the belt. He wears it just
over the left eye r_id feeds it on raw
beef.— Exchange.
It takes a good deal of courage to
write out the announcement: ‘'Gone
down into the country to sponge off my
father-in-law. Be away all summer. •
Chicago Inter Ocean.
The Keeper of the Lime-Kiln museum
reports that he has received from Mis¬
souri the skull of a farmer’s hired man
who had never yelled at a yoke of oxen
or wanted to kill a mule.
“What is true bravery?” asks a New
York paper. It is going to the door
yourself when yon don’t know whether
the caller is a dear friend, a book agent
or a man with a bill.— Philadelphia
News.
A “shower of stones” is reported from
Cecil county, Md. If a young man was
singing at midnight and accompanying
himself on an aeoordeon, a shower of
stones was what might have been ex¬
pected.
It seems that the Texas Siftings man
went to Texas to die of consumption
and lived to become a humorist. Yon.
can form your own estimate of whether
the climate is to be praised or not. —
Boston Post.
A New England physician says that
if every family would keep a box of
mustard in the house one-half of the
doctors would starve. We suggest that
every family keep two boxes in the house,
—The Judge.
“Are angels ever sleepy ?”is a question
which an English psychological We hardly society know
is trying to solve.
whether our angel is ever sleepy or not.
We’ve never stayed late enough to find
out.— Lowell Citizen.
A celebrated circus manager »s on
the hunt for a new curiosity for his show.
He is seeking to find a young married
man whose wife can cook as well as his
mother did. Twenty-six States have
been explored thus far without success.
Ghees apples, green apples, tlie grass grows so
green the orchard hardly bo
That the boys in can
seen; mother, boy is in bed—
Oh, mother, oh, don’t hurry, your he’ll surely be cload.
II the doctors
An aesthetic writer predicts that if we
were to revisit this country one hundred
years hence we should see men wearing
knee-breeches and slashed doublets.
That settles it. We shall not coma
back. Tbe number of bow-legged men
is increasing too rapidly.
It is said that the number of women
who reach one hundred years and up¬
ward is nearly double that of long-lived
men. Women don’t invent patent fire
escapes and exhibit their workings. And
they don’t stay out so late o’ night,
either, inhaliug the miasma of the
night.
He had been waltzing with his host’#
ugly, elderly daughter, and was in »
corner repairing damages. Here he was
espied by bis would-be family, papa-in-Iaw. sir,”
“She’s the flower of my
said the latter. “So it seems,” answered
the young man. “Pity she comes oft
so, ain’t it?” he continued, as he essayeff
another vigorous mb at the white spot*. -
on his ooat-sleeve.
“Do you want to see some fun?” said
a small boy to his father. “Don’t
care if I do,” he replied. “Well, let’*
{to and listen to Deacon Dumpy tack
down his carpets.” “I don’t think
there’ll bo anything funny in that,’
scornfully snorted the parent. “Don’t,,
eh ? You seem to forget that the deacoa
stutters.” “Ah, ’ said the old man.
Then they went over to harken.
A Cool Proposition.
About as cool a accused proposition of crime, as was ever
made by a George man Hiles, of Dexterville. wan
made bv United.
Wia. The grand Jury of the
States court indicted him with a lot of
others, for some alleged his election indictment frauds, he
and after he got
wanted his in order to show that
he was innocent, but the district attorney
informed him that the government funds
were all used up in the star route trial, off
and the trial of Hiles could not come
until some money was his appropriated, black
Hiles thought the a moment, time, and then pulling eyes
twinkling pocket-book all lie offered to lend,
out his
the government five hundred dollars, or -
as much as was needed, to try his case.
The district attorney was taken consider¬
ably back. The idea of a man accused’
of an offense, offering to pay attorneys
fees on both sides, and court expenses,
rather than have a charge hanging over
him, was a new view of legal matters.—
Milwaukee Sun.
pure sympathy. sympathy
“What have you got for dinner? ra
qnired a disgusted drummer had been of the the
waiter. The drummer in
town twenty-four horns without taking
an order.
“Roast duck, sir.’
“Ah ! was the duck shot on the wing . ?
“I guess so.”
“Trying to gel away from this cussed
place, wasn’t he?”
“1 likely enough, sir.’ .
persume sagacious fowl;
“Good bird; rara his
avis I admire his pluck and pity
misfortune. You mav bring me that
duck. I’ll take the whole of him. Ill
he p him along on the road .”—Texas
Siftings.
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Judging by the apfs mance of Pitts
burg small boys, it is safe to assume that
in Spain every one of them would bo
liable to arrest as members of the Black
Hand organization.
